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I often forgot what Samuel was. He was my twin, my best friend, my confidant first, but for five years he’d been a Made Man, a killer, and he wouldn’t back down in front of another man, especially not someone he would have to meet as a fellow Underboss. If I pushed further, he would look weak, and he was supposed to take over as Underboss from Dad in a few years. Even though I hated doing it and had never done it before, I cast my eyes down as if I was submitting to him.
“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.”
I always got what I wanted. I didn’t wait for anything. But if I wanted the ultimate triumph, I would have to try my hand at patience, and it would be the biggest challenge of my life.
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. She returned her gaze to mine. “Let me talk to her,” she said, not asking but demanding.
“Your pride will be your downfall,” I said. “And your fury will be yours.”
Nino raised his eyebrows. “Don’t tell me you got him a car?” I grinned. “He’s turning fourteen so why not? I’m tired of him crashing my cars. Maybe he’ll treat his own possessions with more care.” “The legal driving age is fifteen in Nevada.” “And drugs and homicides are against the law. What’s your point?”
“You are mine, Angel. Body and soul,” he rasped. And God help me, he spoke the truth.
“How strong are you, Remo Falcone?” “Strong enough to take you and our children home where you all belong, Angel.”
“Don’t worry about me, Fina.” He raised his gaze to the man behind me. “I don’t have to ask if you’ll be safe because his eyes tell me all I need to know. He’s a fucking murderous bastard, but a bastard who will kill anyone daring to look at you the wrong way.”
“What are you thinking?” Serafina murmured, her voice slow and relaxed. “That you are my greatest triumph.” She peered up at me. “I’m the queen. You are the king. And you used me to put the Outfit in checkmate.”
