Twisted Loyalties (The Camorra Chronicles, #1)

by Cora Reilly

It wasn’t a promise, not a sappy declaration of my feelings. It was a prediction.

And I claimed her with every thrust, trying to convince myself that this was worth it, that Leona was worth the trouble I was willing to take on for her. That she was worth dying for.

the fact that he even doubts it should send her RUNNING

She made me betray Remo, something I’d never considered before. She made me break my oath of putting the Camorra first.

nuh huh bitch she didn't make you do shit you did it all on your own accord

I’d never had a place to call home, but with him I felt anchored.

“So, she gave it to you so you’d remember her?” He laughed, a raw sound. “She gave it to me so I would give it someone who would help me remember the brother she used to know.”

“I gave the bracelet to you because I wanted it gone. It annoyed the crap out of me that my sister was trying to manipulate me somehow. But I think she got it right in the end.”

My mother always loved the wrong people and things. I guess I got that from her.”

“And if you don’t know what to do, if you need help, then go to New York, to a club called the Sphere and show them your bracelet. Tell them Aria will recognize it. And tell Aria that you are the one.” “The one?” she asked with a frown. “Aria will understand.”

For her, I would kill him. I would kill them all.

I kissed the top of her head. “Love only gets you killed. That’s what my father used to say. I suppose he got one thing right.”

“I loved you like a brother. Tonight, is where it all ends.”

im sorry but this is stupid and extremely unnecessary

“Do you still think she’s worth it?” he muttered into my ear. I sought Leona’s fear-stricken face in the crowd. “Yes,” I gritted out. Never had anything been more worth dying for.

Don’t go behind my back again, Fabiano. That time there won’t be a death match. I’ll just put a bullet through your skull.” “As you should,”

slay king go off

“She’s seen me at my worst, and she’s still here.”

I leaned down, my mouth curling into a smile despite the fucking cut in my lower lip. “I know just the right treatment.” She angled her head away. “You can’t be serious.” I brushed my hand over her side. “I am dead serious. Won’t you honor the wish of a dying man?”

I’d watched the people I cared about leave me one after the other. I’d sworn to myself to never allow anyone else into my heart. And now Leona had changed everything.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I breathed. “And I love you,” he said. The words still sounded foreign from his lips. I touched the tattoo on his forearm. “More than this.”

He pulled me into a painful embrace and I sank into him. My protector.