Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles, #5)

by Cora Reilly

That Gemma had even dared to enter a cage with him came unexpected. Maybe Kitty would surprise me.

“That’s a euphemism for a BJ.” I closed my mouth. Fuck, that’s probably not something I should have said. Gemma stared at me with wide curious eyes. “What’s a BJ?”

baked it myself.”

“They’re very good. Baking and fighting, you’ll make a man very happy one day.” “I only want you.”

If you enjoy showing off your curves, why not do it? It’s your body, so it’s your decision how much skin you show.”

“But you were angry…” “I’m fucking livid, because dressed like this, you better make sure Diego or I are at your side, got it?”

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

“I just told you what’s going to happen. I’ll bring you home. If you come on your own two legs or if I have to carry you, that’s up to you, Kitty.”

“You’re not going to do that. You are here to have fun, not play babysitter.” I lowered my arm, allowing her to open the door and step out.

“What are you doing?” Gemma gasped, her body becoming as tight as a bowstring. “Let me down!” She squirmed in my hold. “Savio, put me down right this second. I need to help Toni!”

“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.

“And you take your fucking fingers off her waist or I’ll break them.” Oh no. Tension shot through Savio’s body and his hold on my waist tightened further as he slowly sat up with me still on his lap. “Try it.”

Remo would burn down the world to protect Greta. Of course, Nino, Adamo, Fabiano, and I would be right by his side. I peered down at her as she was transfixed by the animated rabbit and pig on the screen.

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.

“I’ll get Gemma!” I stiffened. “What do you mean?” My

burning ball of jealous rage that singed my insides. I didn’t do jealous. I didn’t care enough about any girl to give a fuck if she went off into the sunset with another guy.

“He was the best option. She needs to be promised at her age. Why do you even care, Savio? It’s not like you seemed to give a fuck when I told you we were looking for someone.” “I do care now, and I tell you that Gemma won’t marry Mick, got it?”

“I hope you’ll enjoy seeing the bloody sheets after Mick and Gemma’s wedding night.” What the fuck? I advanced on him, grabbed him by the arm and shoved him into the car. He didn’t even bother fighting me off, only grinned mirthlessly. “I’m going to kill him before I’ll allow that to happen, Diego. If I have to, I’ll kill you, too.”

He shoved me away and got into his car, then drove off, giving me the finger.

How much was I willing to do for Gemma? I’d cut a few of my goddamn fingers off to get my hands on her, but marriage? Damn. No matter the price, I’d pay it, only to be the first in Gemma’s panties.

“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.”

“I want her as my wife. It’s the only way I can have her at all.”

“Gemma wants to marry me, not Mick, that’s something you should keep in mind, and let’s be honest, her family will throw a fucking party if Gemma becomes a Falcone.”

“Now answer my question, do you want to marry him?”

“Answer my question, Kitty, or I’ll make you, and I know you don’t want that.”

“I don’t want to marry Mick, and you know that very well!” I pressed out and ripped away from his hold. “Now leave.”

“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...

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

“I hope you’ll reconsider your choice and give me the chance to fight for the right to your daughter’s hand.” Fight for me?

“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.”

“We both know she wants me, not you, Mick.”

“If you’d given her up that easily, you deserve her even less than I thought.”

I’d always choose protecting Gemma over saving Mick’s hide.

I couldn’t wait to drive the demureness out of her. In the fighting ring she showed how she could kick ass, I wanted her to be this tough outside of it as well.

“Once you win this fight, you’re going to marry that girl, and if you pop her cherry before the wedding night, you better make sure nobody finds out, or I’m going to castrate your bull. Got it?” I flashed him a grin. His expression remained stone. “Don’t worry.”

Gemma was too in love with me to control my life like Serafina and Kiara did with my brothers.

“He’d better be. I won’t tolerate infidelity.”

My gaze lingered on the tips of horns peeking out of his waistband, marking the very edge of his delicious V. I felt the unreasonable urge to tug his shorts lower to see more of that infamous bull. Savio climbed into the cage without deigning me with a single look, but then before he faced Mick, his dark eyes hit me. He was sure of his victory, sure of his prize: me. He was willing to fight for me, to bleed for me. For that fact alone, I already belonged to him.

but her gorgeousness was impossible to miss now. Not to mention that this girl could kick ass. She didn’t cry when she suffered a hard hit. She only wanted to improve. She was going to be mine. She already was.

“How about you tell the fucking truth now, Mick? Gemma would have never kissed you, unless you forced a kiss on her, so either you molested her, or you’re a liar. What is it?” I loosened my hold on his throat so he could speak. “I lied.” “Fuck you,” I growled. “Now surrender.”

He’d given up too quickly. He’d tried to play dirty, which I could have dealt with if he hadn’t dragged Gemma into it.

Her eyes were huge, her face flushed with excitement. I’d won many fights, but this was definitely the best victory yet. Everyone looking her way could see that this was the outcome she’d wished for. Our eyes met and she controlled her expression—too late.

One corner of my mouth twitched up. My girl.

“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.”

Without saying a word, without his ring on my finger, without an official engagement that look alone claimed me as his.

“It pissed me off how he chased one girl after the other, especially because I knew you wanted him to ask for your hand.” “You were angry because of me.” “Of course, Gemma, what do you think?” He shook his head. “And the reason why I’m not happy is because I don’t think Savio deserves you. Not the way he’s been acting and certainly will keep acting until you’re married and maybe even…” He trailed off. “He’ll have to change his ways now that we’re engaged.”

“Now you’re mine, Kitty.” Heat radiated off his body, covered my back in a delicious cocoon as his shadow fell over me.