More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“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.
“This is fucking perfection, Kiara, so don’t linger in the past, not in mine, not in yours.”
“If someone ever tries to hurt you, I’ll take them apart piece by piece, sinew by sinew, bone by bone.” “I know,” I whispered, and I hoped it would never come to that.
“One day I’m going to kill every single person who made you feel less. They should pray that your kindness stops me long enough.” Deadly words shouldn’t warm my heart, shouldn’t feel like the most romantic declaration of love, but with Nino they did.
“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.”
Nino shook his head. “You mean for some form of Aspergers or something similar?”
Knew it
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.
Yet, seeing those babies who looked like Remo, like Adamo when he was a baby, I felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness.
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.
“But he won’t be the same,” Leona said. “He already isn’t the same.”
Adamo and I stared at each other and then I just threw my arms around him. He winced, but before I could pull back, he hugged me even tighter, so tightly it must have hurt him.
“So you’re only doing this because sex with my brother is pleasant for you and allows you to take on fewer of the unpleasant clients.” She looked away. “Yeah.”
Hold up. Isn’t this boy like 15???
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.”
My Shaylas awww
“Let your name flow out of the stem. Because it was you who helped me grow those thorns, to bloom at all. You were the soil.”
“Thank you for bearing my name on your skin for the world to see.” I had enough self-awareness to know how most people perceived me. They were scared of me, not just because of the Camorra, or because I was a Falcone but because of what I was. Kiara managed to see more in me, parts of me I hadn’t been aware of before she came into my life.
“I don’t care if the world hates you, I’ll defend you against all of them.” “I don’t give a fuck if the world hates me as long as the people who matter don’t,” Remo said, untangling my arms from his waist.
“Not faith, brutal determination. I won’t ever put your or their lives’ in fate’s hands. I will bend fate to my will, like Remo and I have always done.”
