Twisted Emotions (The Camorra Chronicles, #2)

by Cora Reilly

I crept closer to the bed. There had been blood the first time, the second time, and even the third time. Lots of blood, pain, terror, and begging. There had been no presentation of the sheets back then. Our maid, who had never come to my aid, cleaned them.

Ugh my baby

My only consolation was that I doubted he could break me more than I already had been all those years ago.

Sobbing

“Luca isn’t like you, Nino. Not every single one of his decisions is based on logical reasons.

Really calling my boy out huh

“One of her daughters is the fuck-thing of that bastard Growl. As if I’d accept her or her sister for our family,”

You leave Cara ad Ryan outof this!

“No offense, but Nino isn’t really the right person to play husband either.” I tilted my head. I’d never considered marriage. It seemed unnecessary. “If you’re referring to my lack of emotions, I can assure you that I can fake them if required.”

Damn it Nino

“It’s not like it’s a marriage for love. Nino doesn’t have to feel anything to marry. He only needs to say yes and fuck his bride, perhaps father a kid or two, and keep his wife alive as long as we want peace with the Famiglia. You can do that, right?”

What the shit is this??

Remo smirked. “We will see. I hear he needs to protect his children.” Fabiano jerked. “Aria’s got kids?”

This pisses me off tfh Fabiano did not know this

“It was my father’s plan. You heard what the Outfit fuckers said when we tore them apart. My father sent those fuckers because he wanted me dead,” Fabiano growled. “And I want to kill him. I want to tear him apart limb by limb.”

Dante was pissed at this.

“You haven’t really. Except for your behavior toward Leona. You are still a cruel bastard, so Vitiello shouldn’t trust you,” I said. Fabiano looked between Remo and me. “Am I going or not? I’ll have to figure out a way to tell Leona about this without freaking her out.”

Aw not fabiworried about her

He regarded me, wearing a blank mask. “I don’t want to promise you to a soldier. You are a Vitiello and should be married to one of my Captains or Underbosses.”

Yeah my girl deserves the best

“Don’t say it’s the logical choice,” Fabiano muttered. “I want to know if you really think you can be with a woman like that. You are messed up, Nino. Not in the same way Remo is messed up, but still fucking messed up. Fuck, even I’m messed up, and it almost cost me Leona. And it’s still fucking difficult sometimes to make this relationship work because I keep saying or doing things that unsettle her. And let’s be real, I’m the fucking epitome of normalcy compared to you. Women aren’t like us. They want their fucking knight in shining armor. They want roses and all that emotional shit. They want declarations of love. That’s not something you’re going to give your future wife. To be honest, I think most women would kill themselves within a few weeks of marrying you rather than live under a roof with all you Falcone fuckers.”

Damn fabi cookin

“From what I know, arranged marriages aren’t based on emotions. They are based on tradition and rationality. A woman who’s given to me in marriage knows what’s expected. She’ll know it’s business. She’s a chess piece. And I can assure you, I will prevent her from ending her life for as long as her survival is required for peace.”

Fucking nino! You sure about this?

“Your brother Savio is only sixteen. He won’t be able to control the Camorra.” “I was only seventeen when I began my fight to win my territory back. You were only seventeen when you crushed a man’s throat. Savio is a Falcone. He is a born killer, Luca. He can control the Camorra. The name Falcone holds power in Las Vegas and beyond,” Remo said.

Such a badass

“Don’t underestimate Cavallaro. He is a cold fish on the outside, but he is a cruel fucker like you and me. And Scuderi is a nasty piece of shit but a strategic genius. That’s why he remained Consigliere under Dante’s rule.”

“Why don’t you just spill it?” Matteo muttered. “There’s more to this. I’m running out of patience over here.” I tossed Remo a look. Matteo sounded just like him.

Besties?

“I’m not the one who will marry. It’s my brother Nino, and you will find that he’s absolutely in control of himself. Look at him. Doesn’t he look like every mother-in-law’s dream?”

Im fucking dead

Romero walked toward us. “He’s the one who broke the truce with the Outfit by popping your sister’s cherry, right?” Remo whispered. Fabiano grimaced. “He did, and I let them fucking shoot me so they could escape. I was a fucking idiot.”

Bruh leave lily out of this

My insides tightened, but I kept my face blank. Over the years I’d learned to hide my emotions.

So nino coded

Every night I took my pillow and blanket and curled up on my chaise lounge to sleep, and in the morning I returned everything and made my bed so no one found out that I didn’t use the bed and hadn’t in six years. Six years. I was only thirteen. As I stared at my bed, the horrors of the past took shape again like they did every night when I closed my eyes.

My baby

Remo got into Savio’s face. “We are brothers. We will stand by each other. I don’t care if Adamo is into fucking goats or ducks or men. He is our brother.” Savio nodded slowly. “He’s annoying as fuck. If fucking a guy makes him more tolerable, I can live with that.” Remo snorted. Then he turned to me. “Talk to him. You are the only one who can deal with him.”

Oop

I picked up the book. It was about the history of Las Vegas. It pleased me that she made an effort to learn about my hometown’s history.

“You shouldn’t forget it either. Kiara isn’t your concern anymore. She is mine.” I showed him the ring, and her eyes flitted toward it briefly. “Today, I will put this ring on her finger, and then my word is the law, not yours.”

Ooof nino you've got my heart already

I held out my hand, a silent order, and wondered if she’d comply. She stepped up to me and put her palm in mine, not meeting my eyes. I wrapped my fingers around her wrist, my thumb pressing against her veins. She shivered, goose bumps rising on her skin.

Here we goooooooo

“Done with your assessment?” Remo said as he followed me to the spread of delicacies on the dining table. “You will definitely enjoy fucking her. I wish I could get a taste.” “But you won’t,” I said plainly. Remo tilted his head. “In the past, the king had the right of the first night.” “Ius primae noctis.”

Remo this is disgusting bud

“Maybe I should establish something like that in Vegas.” Remo chuckled, his eyes scanning the crowd for suitable women. “Bring all your virgins so I can break them.”

Instant ick

“You aren’t king, Remo. And you don’t have a right to the first night with Kiara.” “Jealous isn’t like you,” Remo said with a hint of … was that curiosity? “I’m not jealous, but there are a few things I don’t want to share with you and Kiara is one of them.”

“I would like to dance with my niece now,” Uncle Durant said to Remo, but his eyes were on me, full of knowledge and triumph as always. 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.

Yesss remo saved the day

“You didn’t have to protect me. I’m not your responsibility.” “You are a Falcone now. My brother’s wife. You fall under my rule. That makes you mine to protect.”

Here's to a new friendship these two will have

The Falcones were going to feel cheated. A sacrificial virgin was to be given to the monsters in Las Vegas for a promise of peace. I was never given the chance to be a virgin. That choice had been taken from me. Painfully ripped from me.

Oh my baby!

I wouldn’t beg tonight. It hadn’t stopped my abuser many years ago. It wouldn’t stop my husband.

I'm sobbing

He moved one knee between my legs, parting them, his gray eyes on me. He was moving slowly, and I wished he wouldn’t, wished he would stop looking at me. Panic began to claw its way out of my chest, and I tried to force it back. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block what was happening. When he knelt between my legs completely, I seized up with complete terror.

I want to hug her

I wished he’d kill me now. I’d often wished for death after my uncle had broken me.

“For how long?” I lifted four fingers. “Four years?” I shook my head. “Four times?” Only four nights, yet every day since. Ever since. “I dream about it every night,” I choked out. That admittance felt good. I was doomed anyway. I had sealed my fate. Nothing mattered anymore.

A terrifying smile played across Nino’s face. It didn’t reach his eyes. “But I will find the man who did this to you and make him feel the same terror you did that night and pain unlike anything he thought possible. And eventually, when he has been begging for it for a long time and when he’s given up hope, I’ll grant him death.”

“And what will you do to me? I’m not what was promised. I’m not a virgin.”

“I don’t care if you are a virgin. It’s a small piece of flesh that’s completely useless. But I’m aware of the importance it holds in the minds of so many people, even yours.” “Then why are you furious if it’s not because someone stole what you wanted for yourself?” “Because someone stole what you weren’t willing to give,” he murmured.

Awwwww stawp nino

I gestured at the sheets. “It’s tradition. My family expects to see blood.” I swallowed. “If you take me with force, will I bleed?” He nodded, his expression impassive. “It’s been years for you and you only had sex a few times, so if I use enough force, you will most definitely bleed. Your vaginal muscles are very tense from fear, and you will tear when I force myself into you all the way.”

“I will find the man who raped you and slaughter him like a pig on these sheets. Do you think that will be enough blood for your family?”

Ahhhhhhhh so handsome

“Do you want your uncle to live?” “No,” I admitted. And that sealed all our fates.

Killl this pig. Fucking tool

“I need you to come over.” “I assume it’s not because you want me to help you fuck your wife.” “No, that’s not it.”

I can't

“I’m going to kill someone. And I wanted to give you fair warning.” His twisted grin slipped right off his face. Remo tilted his head. “So, you aren’t asking for my permission.” “No, not this time. I will kill that man and nothing will stop me.”

Ugh nino the man you are

“Someone raped her when she was a child.” I paused, regarding my wife, who now stared at the ground, shaking. “And she will come to Las Vegas with me.” She raised her widened eyes.

“You will admit to it soon enough, and before the sun rises, you will beg Kiara for forgiveness, trust me.”

Love her for sticking up for Kiara

“Luca, I’m your family.” Luca sneered. “You are a child fucker. You aren’t family.” Luca looked from Kiara to Durant then to me. “Don’t get blood on the ceiling and the walls. It’s a pain in the ass to paint them.”

Hahaha luca I'm dead

Teehee

“You can sleep in the bed. Remo won’t require it tonight. It’s ours.” I swallowed. “I haven’t slept in a bed in years.” “Why?” There was no judgment in his voice, only mild curiosity. “Because that’s where it happened,” I choked.

My baby Kiara! I want to hug her

“I won’t hurt you either. Physically at least.” “But you will abuse me mentally?” I asked. “No. Not intentionally.” He paused. “But I don’t feel.” “Feel what?” Pity? Mercy? “Feel.” I tried to understand what he meant. “You don’t feel emotions?” “Haven’t since I was a child.” He paused. “Not like people usually do. It’s difficult to explain.”

“What about desire?” “That isn’t an emotion. It is an animalistic drive. And basically humans are animals.” Not so safe after all. “So, you act on desire.” Fear was back in my voice, and my body clammed up with it. In the dark, I could see the slight movement of his face. “I do. And to be upfront, I desire your body.”

Straight To the point bud

“At some point, it might be required that we produce offspring, but until then I can seek out other women to handle my needs … if that’s what you prefer?” So clinical and emotionless. “Yes,” I said, relieved that he’d suggested something like that. I could have cried from relief.

Oh nooooooo