Twisted Loyalties (The Camorra Chronicles, #1)

by Cora Reilly

I hadn’t exactly missed him. I’d missed the idea of having a father—one he could never be.

Same

Now there was someone taking care of me, and I liked it, liked handing over some of the burden of always having to fend for myself, having to make every decision. I think I liked it too much.

I liked it too

The glow of the chandelier above our heads made his hair appear golden. But a golden boy?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH