Wow .... I don't even know how to move on from this book. Well it's not even just this book but the whole "Made" Series. I loved every book in this series. Danielle Lori really knows how to write and suck you into a world where you start to really wonder if being kidnapped by a Russian Mobster really wouldn't be so bad. Ronan .... I loved Christian so much but Ronan was so sexy, so bad but still so sexy. Ronan is Christian's opposite and I am totally here for it. I loved Mila too, her innocence, her ability to forgive and her emotions. This is for sure my favorite book in the Made series, and it's so hard to say that given how much I LOVED the other two books but with every book in this series it's just gotten better. I really cannot wait to read more books by Danielle, especially to read the next book in the made series, The Purest Addiction! So pumped! If you haven't read The Made Series, do it! This was a 5 star read for me!
Favorite Excerpt:
“Zachem ty eto sdelala?” he gritted. “Zachem?”
“English,” I said softly.
“Why the fuck would you do that, Mila?” he growled with a deep rasp. “WHY?”
“You’re not immortal,” I whispered, my throat thick. “I didn’t want you to die.”
He stared at me with a mixture of disbelief, anger, and something else indiscernible. “You don’t get to sacrifice yourself for me.” He clenched his teeth. “You DON’T get to die for me, kotyonok.” His eyes crucified me. “If anyone dies between us, it will be ME. Do you understand?”
I didn’t understand, so I shook my head.
“Then let me make it clear for you,” he said, the shadows in his eyes flashing. “You would survive without me. You would move on.” His tone roughened. “I can’t imagine a world where you and all your fucking yellow doesn’t exist. So if you die, you’ll take me with you. Your sacrifice would mean nothing, kotyonok. NOTHING.”
A tear ran down my cheek as a coldness began to invade the tremble inside me. My marrow was turning to ice, and I shivered violently.
“I’m so cold, Ronan . . .” My eyes felt weighted down, so I closed them.
“Nyet,” Ronan growled, grabbing my face. “Don’t fucking close your eyes.”
“I’m so tired,” I whispered, lethargy pulling at every muscle in my body. “I don’t think . . .”
“If you die, Mila,” he said harshly, “I’ll send Khaos to a back-alley pound.”
My heart beat. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would.”
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