Twisted Loyalties (The Camorra Chronicles, #1)

by Cora Reilly

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

“Nobody will ever call you white trash again, you hear? And if they do, tell me and I’ll rip their throats out. How about that?”

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.

Every little inch of her. Every goosebump. Every freckle. Every fucking shy smile. All for myself. And I had to protect her from all the wolves she believed were sheep.

Pity was an emotion I’d given up a long time ago. I was furious. Furious on her behalf.

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

All I cared about was Leona not getting hurt.

I couldn’t do this, not even pretending. I felt fucking sick to my stomach. Fuck. I’d cut men into tiny pieces, had done so many horrible things that had never bothered me, but this … this I couldn’t do. Not for real. Not for show. Never.

I was risking my reputation, my life, and Remo’s trust for her. All for her.

I’m sorry. The idea of you leaving me is the worst torture I can imagine. Be the woman Aria gave me that bracelet for. Stay, even if I’m not worth it.