Chapter 43

• BANE
• What in the actual fuck was I saying? I wanted her to come to dinner with me, but I had to go and fuck it up by bringing business into it? I hadn’t lied when I said I didn’t know how else to do this. I fucking wanted her like I needed the air in my lungs, but ever since I was a kid, my idea of relationships had been fucked up. Somehow Bianca had survived what very little of our father’s lessons in love and devotion showed us, but I had borne the brunt of his lessons.
• Along with patricidal modeling, Wren was in my head too, scrambling my thoughts and making shit fucked up.