Twisted Loyalties (The Camorra Chronicles, #1)

by Cora Reilly

“They say there’s a crazy Italian fucker outside, spouting the Omertá. I guess they meant you.”

The tattoo on my forearm marking me as a Made Man of the Las Vegas Camorra went deeper than my skin. Nothing and nobody would ever make me break the oath I’d given to my Capo.

Mmhmmmm

We didn’t let women meddle in our business. We only used them for our needs.

i can’t wait for this boy to be whipped

“I don’t suppose you have some spare change for me? Business is slow right now, and I need to get us some food.”

IS THIS DUDE FORREAL??????

“It’s chicken and fries, not a Rolex.”

She sounded concerned. For fuck’s sake, she sounded concerned for me.

She hadn’t moved, despite Roger’s order. Her eyes were on me. I nodded. “Go ahead,” I told her. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

damnnnnn

“Don’t waste your time. She’s already taken.” “By whom?” “Me,” I growled.

rawrrrr

Snake. What a fucking stupid name to give yourself.

I never understood men like him. I’d die before I surrendered. There was honor in death but not in begging for mercy.

“Are you decent?” I put my gun back into my gym bag. “I’m the least decent guy in this city.”

“You scared me.” There was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“I didn’t want you to interrupt Roger with your screaming,” I said. Nobody wanted to see Roger with his pants down.

I was many things, but nice wasn’t one of them.

we get ittttttt🙄

I leaned against the counter, resting on my elbows and watching her silently.

erm i have something inappropriate to say☝🏼

“Nice, hmm …”

😵‍💫

I leaned down to her ear. “It’s an even bigger no-no to refuse a gift from someone like me.”

i-

“Sometimes we have to let go of our family if we want to amount to anything in life.”

discomfort. I held out my hand for her. “Come,” I said firmly. She put her palm in mine, and I closed my fingers around her hand.

STOP

I softened my next words. “You promised.”

I think my legs just spread

A shiver raced down my back. How would it feel if he whispered words of passion into my ear in that same voice? “What…”

Same

“Chick, I know you’re new here, but don’t think he’s buying you stuff because he feels sorry for you. That man isn’t capable of feeling sorry.”

I see green

“What do you want from me?” I whispered. “Everything.”

Dick wasn’t the target of my anger.

I'm sorry but his name makes me giggle

“How dare you try to sell off something that’s mine?”

I pushed to my feet. He’d pissed his fucking pants. Fucking waste of air and space.

HAHAHAHA

His eyes narrowed, his mouth setting in a hard line. He stroked his thumb lightly over the bruise before he let go.

“Now let’s get changed.” Without warning, he unbuckled his belt. I turned around with a surprised gasp. “You could have warned me.” “I could have, but I didn’t want to. I intend for you to see much more of me.”

“Does it fit?” How could anything not fit that body? I realized he meant me. “Oh, the shorts, you mean? They are a bit loose, but it should be fine.”

He lowered himself completely on top of me, and somehow his warm weight felt perfect. “You think?” he murmured. “Why would I do such a thing?”

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I wanted to make her scream but not from agony.

Love is what makes us human, what makes life worth living. Love is unconditional.”

“I will fight your battles for you now, Leona. I told you I’d protect you.”

“Then why? Why have me spend the night if there’s nothing in it for you?” Fuck, if I knew.

you are WHIPPPEDDD MY BOY

I didn’t take it. “You don’t have to give me anything.” His grip on the parcel tightened. “I want it gone.”

THE BRACELET

“Put it on,” he said

🧎🏻‍♀️

“That wasn’t an order, Leona. Believe me, it sounds very different when I give an order.”

MEOW

“And I don’t like you teasing me. You keep flirting with me, letting me touch you, and you think I won’t want more? Even a normal guy would want to get in your pants, and I’m a fucking killer. You expect me to sit back and wait patiently for you to make your mind up.”

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Nothing. I’d wanted to get rid of the fucking thing. That was all. And why not give it to Leona?

sure sure

I lowered my head and kissed her lips. The kiss was sweet. I’d never had a fucking sweet kiss in my life.

whipped☝🏼

Leona’s eyes widened, and she hugged me. Fucking hugged me in the middle of Roger’s Arena, under the eyes of dozens of customers. I gripped her arms and pushed her away.

Fabiano didn’t want love. He didn’t believe in it. I couldn’t love him.

That man. He was mine. I had never been worth anything, but one look from him made me feel like the center of the world.

Fabiano looked my way, his body covered in blood. He looked magnificent.

oh so silly (i get it)

I pressed my forehead against his shoulder. This was enough.

“Where do I need to bring it?”

DONT YOU DARE

“Come on, Leona. We should leave.”

that whole scene was stupid imo what a useless stupid scene 1/10 🙄

I was a hypocrite because even as I’d warned her about my darkness, I knew I would never let her go.

“Come on, Leona,” he said quietly. “Don’t make me carry you.”

pleaseee do

“Las Vegas is ours.” And you are mine.