Twisted Pride (The Camorra Chronicles, #3)

by Cora Reilly

“Whatever you take, it’ll always be less than what he would have gotten, because I would have given myself to him willingly, body and soul, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You will have to settle for the consolation prize, Remo Falcone.”

And I swore to myself that no matter the price, no matter what it would cost me, one day I would be the one to bring Remo Falcone to his knees, the one to break the cruelest man I knew.

She shook her head and peered up at Nino with so much fucking love I knew I could never hurt a single hair on her body.

“Your pride will be your downfall,” I said. “And your fury will be yours.” “Then we’ll fall together. Isn’t that the beginning of every tragic love story?”

“I’m fairly sure God designed your body to drive men into insanity,” Remo said darkly. Stifling the excited thrill Remo’s words sent through me, I retorted, “You believe in God?” “No. I don’t. But looking at you, I could turn into a believer.”

“Oh, Remo, I will be your first angel. Patience is a virtue, and you will be rewarded for it.” I kissed his ear then trailed my tongue over the rim.

He possessed me. He owned me. I was the queen. He was the king. Checkmate.

“You are mine, Angel. Body and soul,” he rasped. And God help me, he spoke the truth.

“Strong enough to take you and our children home where you all belong, Angel.”

“Hardly anything worth having can be gained without loss, pain, and sacrifice.”

“Whatever’s in there, it’s yours. Whatever love I’m capable of, it’s yours, too.”