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He pressed his thumb against my wrist. “Your pulse picked up.” “That’s why you always touch me there?” “It’s a good indicator of your mood and helps me figure out your emotions combined with your expression and breathing.”
“You haven’t had your first time yet. What you had doesn’t count. What we are going to do has absolutely nothing to do with what you experienced.”
“You are a Falcone, my wife, and you won’t try to hide. You will hold your head high and show them that they are beneath you. Show them how beautiful you are. Let them stare.”
Nino in his black tux and blood-red bowtie was a breathtaking sight on his own, but together we looked perfect, like we were meant to be together.
“Don’t let any of those fuckers put you down because your father was a traitor. Don’t let them put you down for any other shit either. You are a Falcone now. If one of them doesn’t show respect, tell me or Nino and we’ll handle them.”
Remo est trop mignon
“Giulia, I don’t need your help. I’m now a Falcone. I’m well protected.”
Eventually, I found myself back at Nino’s side, his hand a reassuring presence on my hip. “You’re doing good,” he murmured. His praise filled me with pride.
Even after less than two months, Las Vegas already felt more like a home than Baltimore ever had, and I longed to be back where people didn’t judge me for my past.
“As long as you don’t face your fears, you will be weak. He will keep power over you as long as you let him. If you ever stop being a coward, come to me and I will show you how to fight an opponent set on hurting you.”
you will have to fight two enemies, Fabiano and your memories. I can tell you how to do the first, but the latter is your fight.”
I enjoyed being gentle with Kiara because the way she responded gave me a great deal of satisfaction. It was a new experience that I hadn’t thought possible.
“I feel like I’m finally free of him.”
“I love you,” she whispered, and we both stiffened at the same time. Her breathing hitched against my throat. Love?
Ptdrrr, y'a pas plusrfole que sa réaction
I had never told someone I loved them, not even my mother, and no one had ever said it to me.
Elle fait trop de la peine
“Don’t simulate love. Everything else, I can deal with, but not love. If you ever tell me you love me, it has to be because you really do love me.”
I loved Nino, even if he could never love me back.
I had always been worried that displaying my body would make people blame me for what happened, that it would make them see that I wasn’t the epitome of purity I was supposed to be,
“You look hot in red,”
C'est trop un fou furieux dans sa tête
Then new notes rang out, and my eyes jerked open, my fingers faltering as Nino began to play the song as well. What? He added his own notes, and I realized it was on purpose. I joined in and played my melody, the two melodies seeming to flow around each other.
hearing Nino’s melody merge with mine, creating something inexplicably beautiful … it felt like a gift.
“You’re an asshole.” Stefano grinned at her. “That’s not what you said when I fucked your brains out and you declared your love for me.”
CRU !!!!!
“I slept with Nino.”
C'est quoi ton but ??
“Oh, and Kiara, not a word about any of this to Savio and Adamo. They don’t need to know.” About Nino’s breakdown. About the past. They didn’t remember, didn’t know, and keeping that truth from them was probably another way Remo protected them.
non ma vie, c’est toi qui l’apaise
“I hope one day you will find someone you want so much it burns you up inside, and then we’ll talk when she doesn’t return your feelings.”
I gave a tense nod. Indifference and logical analyzing had guided me through my life, had saved mine and Remo’s life on many occasions when his temper had gotten the better of him. But when I was around Kiara, logic was difficult to hold on to. Since the night she told me she loved me, something had shifted. It had started as a small crack but had continuously widened, and I had no way of stopping it.
“What does it mean?” Nino murmured. “Since you started the song, it has evolved more and more.” I raised my eyes to his. “It’s the story of my feelings for you,” I admitted. “How I came to accept that I love you and that you can never love me back.”
“Maybe I don’t have to simulate,” he said in that smooth voice. “Maybe I love you.”
I released his shirt, stunned by the look in his eyes. It seemed as if they were burning with emotion. How good was he at faking this?
“Tell me,” he said as he rose. “What is this if not emotion?”
“Before you, there was calm. There was order and logic.” I remembered the beginning of his song, that perfect composition. “And now?” I let out a hoarse exhale. “Now,” he growled and his expression twisted, “now there’s chaos.”
“It takes some getting used to.” And it lodged itself in my heart again, that stupid hope that perhaps one day Nino could … Nino would love me.
“Are you still at my side now that you have gone all soft because of Kiara?” I gripped his forearm over the Camorra tattoo, and he mirrored the gesture. “We are brothers. Not just by birth, but by choice, and I will stand by your side until I take my last breath. Nothing will change that. Kiara knows it, and she accepts it. I have your back.”
“I love you.” My thrusts faltered when I heard those three words aloud, heard them spill from my lips. Kiara tensed under me, her eyes widening, and I fucking pulled myself together and thrust into her again. “You do?” she whispered. “I do, with my fucking dead heart. With every fucking fiber of my being.”
“You love me,” she whispered. “For real?” “I love you. For real. No simulated affection or love ever again, because with you, I don’t need to simulate. You dragged that dead part of me out of the past and revived it. I didn’t die fifteen years ago, but I didn’t live either … until you.”
We had both been scarred by our past, but together we fought our demons and came out as the champions. Never had a victory felt better.
