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Remo would burn down the world to protect Greta. Of course, Nino, Adamo, Fabiano, and I would be right by his side.
“Congrats,” I gritted out even though I suddenly felt the need to stick my knife into his eyeball. I eyed the beer bottle. If I smashed it on the edge of the table and shoved the broken glass into his throat, I wouldn’t even have to pull my fucking knife.
“It’s your concern because I want Gemma, and I don’t give a fuck what I’ll have to do to get her.”
“You won’t marry Mick then. We both know who it is you really want to wed.”
“The guy I might have wanted didn’t care enough to ask for my hand, so now I’ll marry the guy who had the guts to marry me.”
“You won’t marry Mick. You wi...
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“Oh Kitty, I will own you, even if I have to shove my knife into his fucking heart.”
“The Camorra is strong because we value true strength over descent. We reward ambition and strength because our Capo, my brother, abides by a rule that’s held true from beginning of time: the law of the strongest and survival of the fittest.”
“This is for you to decide. I don’t get involved in family matters. But it is true what my brother said, I honor strength over anything else.”
“I think we should ask Gemma if she’s okay with being fought over like a trophy,”
“If my father is open for the suggestion, then I’ll follow his judgment.”
“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.”
I faced Remo fully. “Can you please cancel my engagement to Savio? I don’t want to marry him anymore, and I don’t think he really wants to marry me either.” He became still. “You’re asking me to cancel your promise to my brother?” I merely nodded. “Then he’ll be free to do as he pleases, and I can find someone who really wants to marry me.”
thought I’d have time, that we’d have time to be together, had taken it for granted. The speared watch on my forearm taunted me
“Pride is an honorable thing, but don’t be stupid,” I growled.
“We don’t live for the dead. We live for the living. If kissing me helps you deal with your grief, then nobody’s got a right to judge you or I’ll cut them down.”
“You’re homicidal on the best of days, Remo, let’s be honest here,”
“That girl is going to get someone killed one day,” I said.
“How could I not agree to marry, considering the hottest girl in Vegas was waiting at the altar?”
“You’re scared of my dad,” she muttered. “I thought in Las Vegas, at least, people would be braver.”
“When I first became friends with Diego, it was because I loved spending time at your house. It was the first time I witnessed a normal family, one that wasn’t fueled by hate, pain, and fear.
Everything was tinged with humor, sarcasm, or arrogance. It was his armor, his way to cope with a cruel past and a brutal present.
