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He moved closer, stopping right before me. “You always watch me like something you want to touch but aren’t allowed to. Who’s holding you back, Angel?”
“I told Danilo I’d rip his balls off if he didn’t treat her right on their wedding night.” I scowled at my twin. He hadn’t mentioned that detail to me. Dad gave me a wistful smile, touching my cheek. “My little dove.” Then he moved to Samuel and clapped his shoulder. “You did good.”
Danilo chuckled and moved closer to me, his spicy scent wrapping around me. He took my hand and kissed it. My stomach fluttered. “He wants to protect you. That’s honorable. I don’t blame him. A woman like you should be treated like a lady, and I will treat you that way on our wedding night and on every night that follows.”
You are a mafia princess, my sister, and I swear by my honor that I will hunt him down if he doesn’t treat you like a lady.” I smiled up at my twin. “My protector.” Samuel smiled back. “Always.”
Fabiano shook his head. “Fuck, Remo. You are a crazy fucker.”
It wasn’t that I was overly scared of sleeping with Danilo, but I was nervous and worried about embarrassing myself. I didn’t like to be bad at things, and I would be bad given I had no experience.
She gets me
I leaned forward. “And you will never look at her again unless you want me to rip your eyeballs out and shove them up your ass. One more fucking disrespectful word from you and your tongue will keep your eyeballs company, understood?”
I shook my head. “I won’t ask for anything yet. I won’t make it that easy for them. They attacked Las Vegas. They tried killing my brothers, tried killing you and me. They brought war into my city, and I will bring war into their midst. I will destroy them from the inside. I will break them.”
Remo fucking Falcone
Pride was the only weapon I had, and I would hold on to it until the very end.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “I decide what to hope for. You might rule over Las Vegas and over these men, but you don’t rule over me, Remo Falcone.”
Never before had someone spat out my name like that, and it sent a fucking thrill through me.
“He also knows I’ll cut his dick off if he goes against my orders. Now go have fun with your girl while I take care of mine.”
Is there a reason why you’re here disturbing my post-fuck-fury? “What’s the difference between that and your pre-fuck-fury? Or your general mood for that matter?” “You’re a fucking smart ass like Nino.”
Remember what I told you about your eyeballs and tongue? Your cock will join them.” I brought the knife down on his cock, and Serafina whirled around with a gasp.
Go Remo
Maybe breaking her wings wouldn’t be as easy as I’d thought.
“Jerry called me into the Sugar Trap a couple of hours ago so I could deal with the mess you created. I found Simeone with his cock stuffed into his mouth. I’m not sure I want to know what happened.”
Don't mess with Remo's girl
I respected Fabiano for his honesty. Most men were too cowardly to tell me the truth to my face.
“You do that. Go to your girl. And I will go to mine.” “She isn’t yours, Remo. She didn’t choose you. That’s a big difference,”
I held Samuel’s gaze. I’d take my pride to the grave with me. Women were built to give birth. These men could brave pain and so could I.
I smiled arrogantly. “I will choose the bite of cold steel over the touch of your unworthy hands any day, 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.
“You will have to stitch her up yourself. You played this game and lost. You underestimated your opponent,”
“How did it feel to hurt me? Does it excite you?” she asked fiercely. I leaned close, cupping her chin. She held her breath as I trailed my tongue over her lower lip, tasting her blood. I smiled darkly. “Not nearly as much as this.”
Why is this hot
“Fuck,” I snarled and glared at Nino. “Couldn’t you have chosen an airheaded wife? She’s as good at manipulation as you are.” Nino’s mouth twitched and he looked proud. Fucking proud. “I’m not sure why I put up with all of you,” I muttered.
Savio chuckled as he came up to me. “At first, I really loathed the idea of having Kiara under our roof, but I enjoy her presence more every day.”
Adamo hurried past me, not trudging, and I followed after him, shaking my head and smiling. Nothing got that kid as excited as driving cars or rather racing them.
“I doubt you’ve come to offer your help. You are loyal to the Falcones.” Again, her eyes moved to Nino. “I am. They are my family.”
“How would I know?” Savio drawled, sinking down on a chair at the kitchen table. “Probably something without meat. Kiara is vegetarian.” I frowned, trying to decipher the emotion in his voice. I thought I detected a hint of protectiveness when he said her name.
Savio grimaced at his shirt then scowled at me. “That bitch tried to boil me alive.”
“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 sorry for wasting it, not for throwing it at your brother. I’m sorry I missed, though. You can tell him that.” I stifled a smile and regarded her closely,
Maybe he’d underestimated me, but I—and I feared even the Outfit—had underestimated Remo Falcone as well. His actions spoke of barely restrained violence and led you to believe that he lacked any sliver of control, that he could be driven into rash acts. But Remo was dangerously intelligent. A ruthless man with the power and wit to get his revenge.
Almost kisses, like threats ghosting over my skin, had been his tactic … until now. This wasn’t a ghost touch. It was substantial, and yet it felt like the promise of a kiss, a threat of what lay ahead. Stunned by Remo’s action, I held his gaze. Finally, I ripped away and raised my palm to slap him, but he caught my wrist. He jerked me closer once more.
I thrust the keys to the ground beside him. “Bought you that Ford Mustang Limgene in red and black that you’ve had as your screen saver for months now.”
“You won’t go anywhere near her without someone to watch your back, understood?”
The way he treats Kiara like their sister
I followed Kiara into the kitchen and took the mustard jar she held out to me. “I didn’t think I’d live to see the day that someone was less scared of me than of Fabiano or anyone else for that matter.” Kiara flushed. “I know I’m safe with you,” she said quietly. Fuck, she was.
He took a step closer, and I backed off. “I am. My fucking father sent one of his men out to kill me. That man couldn’t go through with it and dropped me off in Bratva territory so they could finish the job for him. Without Remo, they would have succeeded. I’m alive because of my Capo, because of those four Falcone brothers who stood together when the world was against them and against me.”
“Go fuck your wife and stop pissing me off.”
“But here you are, safe and sound, and you know you will remain that way until the day I take my last fucking breath.”
“I don’t give a fuck about the Camorra,” Adamo whispered, and my anger rose, but then he spoke up again. “But I will swear loyalty to you because even if I hate what you, Nino, and Savio do, you are my family.”
“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.”
“There’s a cozy warm place in Hell reserved just for you.” “I’ve burned before.”
“I thought Danilo was the man who owned your heart, but now I see I was wrong.” I wiped at my eyes. “He’s my twin. I’ve never been without him. I would walk through fire for him.” Remo nodded slowly. “I believe you.”
“It’s my game, Nino. I’m the best player on the field. I will win.” “There won’t be any winners, Remo.”
“Yes,” I said, because even if I hated the Falcones, Nino’s protectiveness was something I could respect.
I huffed. “They are monsters.” “The monsters in my family hurt me. I haven’t experienced any kind of humiliation or pain in Las Vegas,” she said firmly.
“You’re not thinking of keeping her … are you?” “No.”
Me when I lie
“You know, Angel, I think you enjoy my monstrosity more than you want to admit.”
“You smell so fucking sweet. Owning you one day will be the sweetest triumph of my life.”
Remo watched me. “I like seeing my mark on you.”
