Twisted Loyalties (The Camorra Chronicles, #1)

by Cora Reilly

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

“Take it,” I ordered. She blinked up at me, stunned by the command but unable to resist, so she finally took the note.

Fabiano was dressed in black slacks and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

Or was she scared of what I’d do to him? By God, I wanted to tear into him like a starved bloodhound.

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

She put her palm in mine, and I closed my fingers around her hand. That Leona trusted me despite what she knew made me want to be good to her, which was surprising. I rarely wanted to be good to anyone.

“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?”

He was all hard lines and muscle, power and danger, but when I touched him, his skin betrayed that he was only human.

“I’m a man of honor. I keep my promises.”

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

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.

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

He cupped my face. “Don’t you think I would if I could?” His lips brushed mine. “But I can’t. I won’t. You are mine, and I will protect, you no matter the price.”

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.

I sought Leona’s fear-stricken face in the crowd. “Yes,” I gritted out. Never had anything been more worth dying for.

He nodded. “But I have to tell you that it has to be in Vegas. I can’t let you go, being a possessive bastard and all.”