Twisted Emotions (The Camorra Chronicles, #2)

by Cora Reilly

“Don’t tell me it’s going to be you, Remo, because I won’t make that fucking offer. We all know that you are the last person we can parade around as a husband. You lose your temper all the time. That will end in a fucking bloody wedding and you know it.” Remo grinned, his eyes shifting to me. That explained why he hadn’t consulted with me. “I won’t marry anyone. Nino will.” Lifting my eyebrows at him, I asked, “Will I?” Fabiano sank down onto the sofa, grimacing. “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.”

Franchement ... c'est pas trop marrant d'être dans sa tête ? :')

“We will see,” I said. “It’s the only logical choice.” “Your fucking logic is pissing me off,” Remo muttered. “I’m the future husband, so it is the logical choice to send me. We’re doing this on my terms, Remo. I won’t have you two mess this up with your emotions.” “I think he’s pissing me off on purpose,” Remo said to Fabiano. Fabiano nodded. “I think he is.” “It doesn’t take much effort to piss you off, Remo.” Remo narrowed his eyes at me. “The logical choice would be to take someone with you. You shouldn’t go alone. Take Fabiano.” Fabiano rolled his eyes. “Yeah, take me. Because apparently I’m bulletproof because I’m a fucking Scuderi.” I regarded the blond man. “Maybe your presence would rip open too many wounds for Luca. We don’t want to start on the wrong foot.” “I think that ship has sailed,” Fabiano said.

And I can assure you, I will prevent her from ending her life for as long as her survival is required for peace.” Fabiano sighed, touching his temple. “Maybe you should keep your thoughts to yourself as well. Most of the shit coming out of your mouth won’t set anyone at ease, least of all a woman.”

“I don’t trust anyone, Luca, and trust isn’t required for a truce.” Luca and I whirled around toward the voice. Remo sauntered in our direction, completely naked except for black briefs. “I’m not armed as you can see.” My brother was even barefoot. I narrowed my eyes at him. This was insanity. I wasn’t sure why I still bothered making plans if Remo always acted on his own accord. “One day, I’m going to kill the crazy fucker,” Fabiano muttered. “He just signed our fucking death warrant.” Remo gave me his twisted grin as he clapped my shoulder then Fabiano’s before walking closer to Luca and the others.

Oui oui il est taré XD pauvres Nino et Fabiano !

“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.

I agree !