He hadn’t touched me since those nights. I clutched Remo tightly, looking up at him. His dark eyes regarded me, narrowing ever so slightly. Please don’t let me dance with him. The words didn’t leave my mouth. Durant reached for me, but Remo angled us so he was between my uncle and me. Remo turned his gaze to my uncle, but he didn’t let go of me. “I can’t allow that, unfortunately. My brother wants her back at his side.” “It’s tradition in the Famiglia,” Uncle Durant said. “Maybe you don’t care about traditions over in Vegas, but here we do.” Remo’s lips pulled wider, and I realized then that
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