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I’d never kissed a boy and I wouldn’t. Not until my wedding day and no one but my husband. Right then, I promised myself that Savio Falcone would be the one.
That Gemma had even dared to enter a cage with him came unexpected. Maybe Kitty would surprise me.
“They’re very good. Baking and fighting, you’ll make a man very happy one day.” “I only want you.”
Les termes !!!!
“If you don’t go, then you’ll have to live with my presence,” I said. Before I had time to think about it, I sank down on Savio’s lap. Diego’s sharp intake of breath made me smile, but it died when Savio’s arm came around my waist. Shock shot through me. I hadn’t expected him to react that way. Shove me away? Yes. Shock? Yes. Pulling me closer as if I belonged on top of him? No. My gaze darted over to him and he leaned back against the headrest, pulling me with him. His eyes met mine and there was something in them that had me swallow thickly.
C'est une zinzine !!
I wanted Savio and no one else.
“Saving your dignity,”
Il a raison !!
she opened her tiny arms. “Want cuddles.”
Je meurs elle est trop mignonne
Remo would burn down the world to protect Greta. Of course, Nino, Adamo, Fabiano, and I would be right by his side.
Sometimes when I looked at her cute face, I considered having kids myself in the distant future, then Nevio usually did something that made me want to get a vasectomy.
“It’s your concern because I want Gemma, and I don’t give a fuck what I’ll have to do to get her.”
“I need to have her.” “You need to have her so you can fuck her, boost your ego and then discard her. Or you need to have her—” I interrupted him. “I want her as my wife. It’s the only way I can have her at all.”
“Oh Kitty, I will own you, even if I have to shove my knife into his fucking heart.”
Mick and I had been friends for years, never as close as Diego and I, but losing his friendship wasn’t something I risked lightly. But fuck, Gemma was worth it.
“You could have asked me to back off and give her to you without a fight.” I raised my eyebrows. “If you’d given her up that easily, you deserve her even less than I thought.”
Gemma was too in love with me to control my life like Serafina and Kiara did with my brothers.
Il est bete ou quoi?
I’d won many fights, but this was definitely the best victory yet.
“I’m not worried about her being yours. No one with half a brain will touch a Falcone woman. But she might want you to be hers too, remember that.”
Savio was mine.
Mdrrrrrrr non
“I know you already got your biggest wish, but give it a try.”
C'est un fou furieux
“I’m not one of your other girls, Savio. I’ve been brought up traditionally by my family. My mother raised me with strict values. I believe in the sacred bond of marriage. I believe in giving myself to my husband, and no one else. Nothing will change that. And even a Falcone can’t.”
Elle est ferme dans ses convictions, c'est bien
“Do you want people to think I’m someone who can be disrespected? Do you want people to call me your slut like they do your other girls?” “Nobody would dare because you are my fucking fiancée, because you’ll be a Falcone. That’s a fucking big difference.” “Then treat me different to your sluts.” I sighed. “Fine, Kitty. I’ll honor your boundaries from this day on if that’s what you want.”
I merely nodded. “Then he’ll be free to do as he pleases, and I can find someone who really wants to marry me.”
“They aren’t coming over. Gemma asked me to nullify your engagement,” Remo said as if he was talking about the fucking weather. I stared at him, feeling like I’d been sucker-punched. Serafina got up to stop Nevio from trying to climb the bar. “You are the biggest idiot on the planet.” Ignoring her, I walked around to Remo. “Don’t tell me you agreed to this nonsense.”
“You hurt me,” she breathed. “I won’t hurt you like that ever again.”
In the past, it had only been my brothers and I. We had little to lose, except for each other, but now the number of people we cared about and had sworn to protect grew every year, and it would keep growing.
My brothers had embraced their new responsibilities, and I would too.
I said firmly, and then ice-cold realization hit me. Right this second, I was a married man.
“Then what’s the problem?” I gave him an ironic smile. As if he didn’t know. “Me. The problem is me.”
mais ça on le sait depuis le début !!
ptdrrrrr elle me fume elle est trop drôle 💀💀
je peux pas croire qu’il a 22 ans on dirait il en a12
“Don’t tell me you don’t like my ring? It’s a symbol of…” “Your ownership?” she finished with an angry gleam in her eyes. “Of my feelings,” I said with a wink. “And what are they?” I looked away from her hopeful eyes. What did she want me to say? “Right now, I feel sexually deprived.” She pulled out of my hold and sat down on the stool beside me. “Well, that won’t change until you can find a better answer to that question.”
There’s no point of no return. That’s an urban myth that sick fucks use to justify rape.
“You make it sound as if you gave me a huge gift by marrying me, as if I should be grateful that you deigned to end your man-whoring ways for me. You never put any kind of effort into this.” She lifted the finger with the engagement ring. “If this is your way to show how much you care for me, then you’re an idiot.”
