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“Genius and insanity are often interchangeable. Both have fueled the greatest events in human history.” “I think you annoy me the most when you sound like Nino with your own brand of crazy,” Fabiano said. “I can’t believe I’m only a few miles from my father and can’t rip him to shreds.”
knew the blond man and those blue eyes. Fabiano Scuderi, the boy I’d played with when I was younger. The boy who had run off and joined the Camorra.
I could admire her like a bride deserved. Dots of blood splattered her dress like rubies and marred the creamy skin of her neckline. Pure perfection.
She looked like a fucking angel with her blonde hair and pale skin, and the white dress only emphasized that impression. The epitome of innocence and purity.
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.” Remo moved back slowly, a strange expression on his face. “You should take a shower, Serafina. I will have one of the whores bring you fresh clothes.” He turned and disappeared with a soft click of the door.
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.
“I am asking you for permission as your sister-in-law and as a Falcone.”
“Fuck,” I snarled and glared at Nino. “Couldn’t you have chosen an airheaded wife? She’s as good at manipulation as you are.”
“I think you will have to join the end of the queue. The world is full of people who want the same.”
“We won’t have a love story. Not a tragic one, not a sad one, and definitely not a happy one. You can have my hatred,” Serafina said fiercely. “I’ll take it,” I murmured. “Hatred is so much stronger than love.”
“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.” I huffed. “There’s a cozy warm place in Hell reserved just for you.” “I’ve burned before.”
Emotional warfare is far more effective in this case than open violence.”
“I wonder whose game is more dangerous, yours or mine, Remo?”
I wanted to look away from his dark eyes and at the same time, I wanted to drown in their power. I wanted so many things when he was around. Things I’d always be forbidden to want.
A man of unparalleled cruelty. My captor. My enemy.
I wanted nothing less than every last part of her. Her innocence, her heart, her soul, her body. Her purity and her darkness. I would take everything.
His dark eyes said what I’d known all along. He possessed me. He owned me. I was the queen. He was the king. Checkmate.
Nino squeezed my arm then released me. “I think for the first time in my life I envy you your lack of emotions.”
Matteo said with a grin as he sauntered into the cell in the basement of the Sugar Trap. That asshole always looked as if he’d walked straight out of a photo shoot for a fashion magazine. One day I’d fuck up his pretty face.
Remo’s weakness. His brothers. Remo’s biggest weakness may be his only one.
“Remo doesn’t trust anyone but his brothers and Fabiano. He would die for them,”
“Apart from the family, only Fabiano and Leona are allowed inside the mansion, and occasionally cleaners. Remo keeps a knife and a gun close at all times. He’s a light sleeper …”
Mom’s eyes widened, but I wasn’t sure why, and fear filled me. I stared at her, then the doctor, then Samuel, but he looked as confused as I felt. “Oh God,” Mom whispered. “What? What’s going on?” Mom’s eyes filled with tears. “Twins.” The doctor nodded, and my eyes jerked toward Samuel. “Like us,” I said in wonder. He managed a small smile, but his eyes held worry.
Falcone. Falcone. One look. Falcone. The same cruel eyes.
Pitch black. Falcones through and through. Shame. Sin. Dishonor. Bastards.
Nevio and Greta were asleep in the crib they shared, both sprawled out on their backs. Greta’s hand rested on Nevio’s chest. They always ended up touching when they slept. My children weren’t something shameful. I wouldn’t allow anyone to make them feel that way. Not even the family I loved.
“How strong are you, Remo Falcone?” “Strong enough to take you and our children home where you all belong, Angel.”
“Don’t you think I’ve suffered enough for all of your sins? Don’t turn me into another pawn in your chess game. Set me free.”
Savio took his legs and they were about to lift him out when Greta woke and let out an earsplitting cry upon seeing two men she didn’t know. Nino and Savio both jerked their heads back then froze. Nevio
had also awoken and his dark eyes stared back at them. My small Remo.
She grinned as she took Nevio and settled him on her lap. “I should warn you. He’s a bit of a wrestler.” Kiara brought the bottle to Nevio’s mouth, and as expected his little hands reached for the bottle, trying to snatch it out of her hand. She laughed.
“I know you better than anyone else, Remo. Or have you forgotten?” “That’s why you’re so good at pissing me off.”
As far as patients went, Remo was a nightmare. He was a nightmare in many other regards as well, but giving his body time to heal wasn’t on his agenda.
“Maybe not. But I’m obviously the only one of the two of us capable of sane decisions.” “Neither of you is sane. Now help me with this fucking crib,” Savio muttered.
Savio and Adamo looked as if they were having a stroke. I got it. Remo was one of the most feared men of the country, and here he cradled his baby girl in his arms, patient and careful. Nino rocked Nevio on his thigh, and my son let out delighted screeches.
“You are an angel, and I’m your ruin.”
“Whatever’s in there, it’s yours. Whatever love I’m capable of, it’s yours, too.”
But with every atom in my body, I knew that he would never hurt our children. He would protect them. They were Falcones. They were his. Ours. We would both die for them, for each other. Tomorrow I’d officially become a Falcone, and so would my kids. I knew we’d all carry the name with pride.
This woman had my cruel heart. She’d always have it. I was cruel. I was beyond redemption, but I didn’t care as long as Serafina … as long as Nevio and Greta saw something redeeming when they looked at me. I’d make sure I’d never betray their love and trust. And if anyone ever dared to take them away from me, I’d show those unfortunate bastards what I was to those I didn’t give a fuck about: the cruelest man of the west.
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