"Kill me," I choked out. "If he's dead, you gotta kill me too."
One club, one heart. Three men, one soul.
Can loving someone kill you? I feel like the world is ending every time I look at them.
Cam. My brother. My president. He's the love of my life.
And then there's Alexei. I didn't know I could feel this way about one person, let alone two. But I think of him in every breath I breathe for Cam. Every thundering beat of my heart. Because there is no Cam without him.
There is no me. My life wasn't worth living until I found something worth dying for. And I'd die for them a thousand times.
