Twisted Bonds (The Camorra Chronicles, #4)

by Cora Reilly

“Life doesn’t work like that. Bad things are not fate, or punishment of an almighty power. Sometimes bad things just happen.”

They all wore different masks, Nino his lack of emotions. Remo his anger, and Savio his arrogance. I wasn’t quite sure about Adamo’s mask yet, but he was wearing one too, I was sure of it.

“And with you as a mother, it’ll drown in love and sweets, that’s for sure.”

Sometimes I feel like my insides are a raging flood of emotions when I look at you, but I don’t mind drowning.”

“I love you exactly as you are. And maybe you are a monster, but you are my monster.”

When I finally turned to the rest of our family and caught a dark gleam in Remo’s eyes, a hint of worry flickered in my belly. I gave him a smile, which caused him to give me his own twisted version in return.

Remo was a father. I was an uncle. Two new Falcones. Kiara would be ecstatic to have them in the mansion.

Remo never considered having kids, but he’d protect them with all he had, from this day on until his death. I knelt down beside him again, feeling his pulse, needing the reassurance that his heart was still beating. I wouldn’t let him die.

I crossed the small space between us and hugged Remo for the first time in my life. “Thank you,” I whispered. “You are how I wish my brothers could have been. I don’t care what people say about you, I love you like a brother.”

I smiled to myself, surrounded by family. I pressed my palm against my belly and after a moment Nino covered my hand with his. This was worth fighting for. Every day, every hour, every minute.