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416 pages, Paperback
First published January 7, 2016
Luca followed us. "I don’t know how many times I have to say it to you before you get it through your skull!" he pressed. "He’s not good for you, Sophie!"*raises hand to Millie for a high five*
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Millie jumped in front of me. I halted, and behind me Luca skidded to a stop. "Is there some kind of… jealousy going on here?"
Luca rolled his eyes. "Per l’amor di Dio. Don’t be ridiculous."
He ducked through the fence and got lost in the grass. It brushed against his knees as he walked through it, bending low and scouring the ground. Clad completely in black, and with a switchblade sticking out of his back pocket, Luca ran his fingers along the grass.Oh, Gianluca, tesoro del mio cuore.
He was completely and utterly out of his natural environment. And it didn’t bother him at all.
Fidelitate Coniuncti.
I was tired of being swayed this way and that by people with corrupt morals and pretty words. I was tired of hearing people out, of giving the benefit of the doubt only to have it thrown back in my face.
I guess no one can be painted with just one brush. There is light and shade in all of us, pain and hardship, and some of us rise from it while others are darkened by it.
We were both just a couple of liars with blood on our hands and agendas more important than our trust in one another.
"That's the wrong answer."
"What's the right answer?"
"The fact that you don't know says it all."
Every second seemed to pull him further away from the boy I had thought he was, and I was starting to wonder if I had tricked myself--if the feeling of needing someone, of wanting someone to want me in a world where everyone had turned their back on me, had masked the truth of everything.
"You're like ... a rare artefact. And it would be a shame if you got broken."
"I cared that the standing in front of my entire family with a red target on her forehead was the only in the history of the world that I have ever and will ever care about."
"He will always place himself where the threat is greatest. And that's how I know he's outside that door right now."
If I had learnt anything these past few weeks, it was to expect the unexpected. And trust no one.
“I guess no one can be painted with just one brush. There is light and shade in all of us, pain and hardship, and some of us rise from it while others are darkened by it.”
“Do you ever take a holiday? Like, do any of you just wake up and think ‘Today feels like a pyjama day.’? or is it always, ‘Today is a good day for murdering and stalking.’?”
“I must be irresistible. You can’t stay away from me for more than twenty-four hours.”
“One right doesn’t remedy a thousand wrongs.’
‘You should write a book of quotes.”
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The game was omerta and the objective was not to get killed for snitching.
The line between right and wrong was a dark, blurry gap, and I had fallen down inside it.
I was stuck between two bloodthirsty crime families, and over the course of one day I had made enemies of them both.