Twisted Cravings (The Camorra Chronicles, #6)

by Cora Reilly

“Just be careful. You know what your father will do if he finds out about this. One day he’s going to dump me in an oil-barrel.” “He likes you too much for that. He’ll give you a quick end,”

“Cake before lunch? What kind of anarchy is this?” I asked, sinking down on one of the empty chairs between Fabiano and Savio. “Nevio’s wish. Anarchy is his middle name,” Fina said, rolling her eyes. “My wish too,” Greta said softly. Fina gave her daughter a patient smile. “Yours too, but we both know you always say yes to Nevio’s wishes.” “Not always,” Greta said even quieter. “Too often, mia cara,” Remo said, kissing her temple.

“Adamo’s not the hero in this story. Nor are you or my father. I’ll be the hero in my story.”

“Vodka is starting to grow on me. Maybe I have a thing for Russian delicacies.” I tilted my head toward him. “They are the best.”

“I’m a bad girl.” “You’re trying to be a good girl so people hurt you less?” I frowned then nodded. “Don’t,” he said firmly. I looked up. “Don’t ever try to be good to people who hurt you. They don’t deserve it.”

“Become the nightmare even your worst nightmare fears, Ekaterina,”

“I need your advice,” I interrupted him. “I thought Nino was your advisor of choice.” I didn’t say anything. Of course, Remo would put his finger into the wound. “That you choose me to give you advice tells me you already made up your mind and need encouragement for an irrational and emotionally charged endeavor Nino would disapprove of.” “I hate that you read people so well,”

Camorrista, he would have killed them on the spot, but for me, he was willing to accept even that. “Everything for you, Katinka,” he said in a low voice before he kissed my temple.

“I should have known my emo kid brother finds himself an emo rocker chick.” I blinked. “The role of Ken and Barbie in the family are already taken so we had to settle for the emo couple,”

“A girl who hates Valentine’s Day, who hates rings and who doesn’t want a nerve-racking wedding feast. I’m pretty sure you were heaven sent.” “I seriously doubt it. If anything, heaven dropped me on earth because I didn’t behave.” “I like it when you don’t behave,” Adamo murmured. “I know.” I pulled him on top of me.