Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles, #5)

by Cora Reilly

I smirked. “Your husband enjoys the sight of my crown jewels. He’s taking his time.” Nino let out a sigh, but Remo showed the hint of a smile as he inspected my tattoo.

Remo grasped the knife with a growl and cut his wrists. Of course, he did. Remo had burnt for us before. He’d die a thousand deaths if it meant protecting his family.

“You aren’t my brother or my father, Savio.” Thank the fucking Lord for that.

“They sleep,” she whispered, peering up at me before she opened her tiny arms. “Want cuddles.”

She didn’t understand it yet, she couldn’t, but she was the safest girl in Las Vegas, probably in the States. 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.

so you better go through with this wedding once you’ve won the girl’s hand, or I’ll personally castrate you.”

“Oh Kitty, I will own you, even if I have to shove my knife into his fucking heart.”

Diego lowered his voice another notch. “You should agree to Savio’s suggestion, Dad.”

YEAHH

He was willing to fight for me, to bleed for me. For that fact alone, I already belonged to him.

One corner of my mouth twitched up. My girl.

“Damn it, Gemma,” he said quietly, taking my hand carefully. “How hard did you hit him? Your knuckles don’t look good. We need to get them checked.” “He looks worse.” Diego chuckled,

“Rudeness is Remo’s mother tongue and if you manage to embarrass either of my brothers, I’m going to buy you that Porsche you’re so crazy about.” He linked our fingers and dragged me into the house.

“Your mother deep throated me a week ago. Did you know she likes to have her hair pulled while eating dick? I thought you should know I fucked your dear mommy to get back to you for talking shit to my fiancée in school.”

Insane

“What kind of horror story did you tell now?” “Only the truth.” “That’s always the worst,”

Even Remo, who was as twisted as they come, would at least hesitate before killing a granny.

How reassuring

“You should consider confessing.” “I don’t want to give the pastor a heart attack.”

“I don’t care if you’re a Falcone, if you and your brothers rule over this city, I won’t tolerate cheating. The moment we’re married, you’re mine and if you as much as kiss another girl, I’m gone. I’ll leave and no one, not my family, not my brother, not even your brother Remo will be able to make me stay. I’ll pack my things and find someone who knows how to treat a woman right.”

“Don’t ruin his night, for fuck’s sake. His fucking blue balls moodiness of the last few months is intolerable. I’ll turn fucking homicidal if he doesn’t get laid soon,” Remo snarled.

Serafina took his place. She smiled. “Congrats.” Then she hit my arm. “Don’t mess this up. I love her.” “I’d never do anything to destroy your special bond.”

“You don’t need to protect her from me. I won’t hurt her. She’ll be safer than she’s ever been before. The name Falcone will protect her and so will I with every twisted Falcone cell in my fucking body.”

Remo’s dark eyes did their X-ray thing, but I didn’t look away. If there was one person on this planet whom I’d allow to dissect my twisted heart, it was him.

“Make that a big fat never, Kitty. You are my wife. It’s a hard-earned privilege to see my dick, so you should appreciate it.”

I bent low and kissed Gemma, a quick kiss just because.

Savio spread his arms. “Hey, I’m a good husband.” I snorted, couldn’t help myself, then flushed when everyone looked my way. Serafina laughed, and soon Kiara and Leona fell in.

Savio raised his brows. “Don’t worry about my touch. It’s satisfactory.” “Leave him be. His blue balls make him irritable,” Remo said.

Savio released a groan. “I can’t believe I’ll have to listen to our Underbosses while you’re running around in a bikini. It’s breaking my heart.”

He shook his head. “I think you’re really trying to kill me, Gem. That bikini is a joke.”

“While your awkward attempt at young love is a sickeningly entertaining sight to behold, you’re distracting Kiara from making me breakfast, so how about you get a fucking grip?”

Wrapping an arm around me, he pulled me against him. “I love you, Gemma Falcone.”

I burst into laughter. Savio would earn a ton of money as a stripper. Not that he needed it. “Only you would choose a stripper tux to propose!” He sauntered over to me and bent down for a lingering kiss. “That’s why you married me.” “That’s why I love you.”

He kissed me fiercely. “Fuck, Gem, I’m so glad that you never gave up on me and keep tolerating my dickheadedness, because I’m never going to let you go now that you’re mine.” “Don’t worry. I’m staying, now that you’re mine.”