Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles, #5)

by Cora Reilly

“I don’t want to marry Mick, and you know that very well!” I pressed out and ripped away from his hold. “Now leave.” Savio’s expression almost brought me to my knees. “You won’t marry Mick then. We both know who it is you really want to wed.” I couldn’t believe him. “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 will be mine.” I blinked, stunned by the possessiveness in his voice, and momentarily worried that my mind was making this up. He’d never as much as hinted to being interested in me—at least not more than his usual interest in anything with breasts. “It’s too late,” I said, sounding strong even as my heart broke. Why couldn’t he have shown this kind of desire for me before, when my father was looking for a husband? Now I was stuck with Mick. He smirked. The smirk that made me want to hit him—and worse: kiss him. He leaned down. “Oh Kitty, I will own you, even if I have to shove my knife into his fucking heart.”