This cruel man owned my heart, and I didn’t want it any other way. Remo’s kiss was violent, harsh. Then he pulled back. “Marry me.” I froze. It had been an order. Remo wasn’t a man who asked for anything. I leaned back against the wall slowly, searching his eyes. He didn’t let me retreat. He kissed me again but gentler. “Marry me, Angel.” It still wasn’t a question, but his voice wasn’t dominant anymore. It was soft, compelling, raw. “Become a Falcone?” I murmured against his lips. “Become a Falcone. Become mine.” I smiled. “I have been yours for a long time.” “Is that a yes?” he asked, his
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