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I grabbed the half-full bottle of vodka from my trunk and sat down on the hood of my car. Adamo leaned beside me. After a swig from the bottle, I handed it to him. Our shoulders brushed and my body reacted with a flood of sensations, most prominent and surprising: desire. I swallowed. Adamo held the bottle out to me. I took it and downed an even longer swig. “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 need proof.” Adamo cupped my neck, startling me and pressed his lips to mine.
“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,” Remo said before he and the woman left.
“You aren’t a bitch. You are stubborn and strong-willed.”
“Help me kill her, help me kill every single one of them.” She kissed me harshly
You’ll probably need a few stabs to kill. Do you want to torture them in advance? Or do you have another death in mind?” Dinara pressed her forehead against mine. “Maybe it’s a bad sign that none of what you just said freaked me out.”
“After everything we’ve done, and everything we plan to do, you’re scared of emotions?” I teased.
“You are becoming too much like me, Adamo,” Remo said. “I thought you’d be happy.” “You were supposed to be the good Falcone.”
“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,” I shot back before I could think it through.

