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My monstrous side had come out to play but the revelry had only just begun.
“Give me a sec. He’s in the cage with Nevio.” My nephew was only six, almost seven, but Remo and he often trained in the cage, mainly to control Nevio’s outbursts and his hyperactivity.
kissed her cheek and she beamed up at me. “Thank you.” She was the complete opposite of Nevio: shy, careful and peace-loving.
“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.”
Adamo cupped my neck, startling me and pressed his lips to mine. My first reaction was to shove him away, even as my body screamed for more. My fingers curled around his strong shoulders for the shove but instead I dug my nails in and leaned even closer.
“Don’t ever try to be good to people who hurt you. They don’t deserve it.”
“Nothing can break you unless you allow it. If you ever return to Vegas, you’ll get your chance to end it.”
“A look I usually only see in Remo’s eyes. The hunger for blood and violence. The need for death and destruction. As a baby and younger child, you looked exactly like Remo. And on occasion a similar temper would shine through.”
“Secret girl in Adamo Falcone’s life. I like that title.”
“She’s mine, and I’ll make sure she’s safe, so fuck off.”
“Poet and killer. You never cease to surprise me, Adamo.” Her eyes shone with resolve. “I think I’m falling for you.”
“Love’s a fool’s game. Don’t play it.” “I need to return to Vegas to finish what I started.”
“Why didn’t you love me?”
“She was a monster and never deserved to be your mother. You are lovable and I love you.”
“You love me?” “Yes, even if I’m breaking our keeping it casual pact. I don’t care. I won’t hide my emotions. I fucking love you and you better deal with it.”
“I hate that you know me so well, that you know how things work in the messed-up world I live in. I should have never let you in.” “I didn’t give you a choice,” I said quietly. “Just like you didn’t give me one either.”
“If Greta fell in love with an enemy, could he stop you from killing him if his love for
her was true and if he tried to prove it to you by risking his life?” “No,” Remo said without hesitation. “Even if that meant Greta would never forgive you?” “Greta can’t be separated from Nevio, nor should she be separated from her family. We are her safe haven. I’d never allow anyone to take that from her, not even for love.”
“I doubt they fear me for myself. Women are always underestimated.” “Anyone who underestimates you is a fool.”
“Dinara Mikhailov, will you marry me?”
“I love you, and I love being reckless with you, and I know we can keep being reckless even when we’re married and that’s perfect.”
“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.
his. “Every day since you’ve been in my life has been better than any day before we met.” I kissed him and he pulled me even closer until I could hardly breathe, but I clung to him. “There won’t ever be another day without you in my life.”
