[Broken Lives 04] • Love Drunk

Dante walked back into my life like he’d never left it.

*But he had.*

Nine long years had passed since I’d been thrown into prison for loving Dante Rata.

Nine torturous years where he’d forgotten all about me, about *us*, the car accident robbing me of his love.

Though, his dark eyes told me he wanted to remember—and in ways I wasn’t sure I could handle. He was no longer the boy I fell in love with. He was a man. Tall, imposing, tattooed, and so damn hot he left me a quivering mess every time I saw him.

*And I wanted him with every fibre of my soul, a soul he’d shattered so long ago.*

But would he be able to piece it back together again, or leave me broken, wishing I’d never met him?