Twisted Cravings (The Camorra Chronicles, #6)

by Cora Reilly

“One monster killing another, a terrifying sight, hmm?” Dinara tilted her head. “You are not like him.” “But I’m a monster. If I were you, I’d want to get as far from me as possible.”

in case you havent noticed im weird. im a weirdo. i dont fit in and i dont wanna fit in. have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on?-

“To think that I’d ever fall for an Italian mobster—” She snapped her lips shut, eyes going wide.

“I never thought I’d fall for a Bratva princess either,” I rushed to say.

Torture made my blood sing.

“I couldn’t have done this without you. I can’t go on without you.”

“I want to make them pay, every single one of them. They must bleed.” I squeezed her hand. “And bleed they will, Dinara. Their screams will drive away the ghosts their actions left in your soul.”

okay shakespeare go off

“Poet and killer. You never cease to surprise me, Adamo.”

“I won’t ever be scared of you.” Her face moved very close until it was all I could see. “Because your monster won’t ever hurt me.”

“Love’s a fool’s game. Don’t play it.”

“Why didn’t you love me?” Adamo knelt down beside me and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me against him. “She was a monster and never deserved to be your mother. You are lovable and I love you.”

“I didn’t fucking know what I was thinking. I was shocked by the shitshow Remo lay down at my feet.” Dinara rolled her eyes. “You were shocked by what you saw? I lived that shitshow.”

YES AND?

“I already have your heart.” “You do, now you’ll just have to keep it,”

“Think before you act. Do you really want Adamo to die? Do you think he’d want to die for you?” I froze. “Would you want Adamo to insist on being with you if Remo threatened your life because of it? Would you die for a relationship that might not even last years?” I didn’t even have to think about it. The answer rang loud and clear in my heart. Yes,

Adamo deserved to be told the reason for breaking things off in person, but the idea of actually telling him, of being close to him for one last time, it split my heart in two. What if I couldn’t say goodbye?

What we had was fun as long as it lasted but it was never meant to be forever.

hell nah bruv

“Don’t make this harder on us than it needs to be. I won’t risk your life.” “I don’t care. It’s my life to decide on. And I’m willing to take a risk because what we have is worth it.”

oh poor guy

“I like your kind of baggage and your messed-up brain. I want you, and no one else.”

“You can’t run away from what we have, Dinara. We both know that emotions, dark or light, follow you wherever you run.”

“You were supposed to be the good Falcone.” I scoffed. “We both know that would have never worked.”

“Have you lost your mind?” I asked, horrified. Dad’s expression made it clear that he’d hoped I wouldn’t find out about Adamo’s arrival. Disposing of him would be more difficult with me here. Adamo shrugged. “I lost my heart,” he said wryly.

“You can’t keep me away from your daughter, unless you stop my heart from beating.”

“I waded through blood for your daughter, and I’ll do it again, even if it’s my own, because Dinara is worth shedding every last drop of my blood for. I won’t give her up, no matter what you do or what you say. And if it takes torture and death to prove my feelings for your daughter, then that’s what I’m willing to do. I love her and no force on this earth can shake that, so if you don’t want me to be with your daughter, if you want me to give her up, then you’ll have to end my life today.”

“Can you imagine living in a motorhome with me, or is such a living arrangement not fit for a Bratva princess?” Adamo asked in a low voice, pulling me even closer and cupping my ass. I cocked an eyebrow. “I prefer freedom and being with you to a palace. What about you, Camorra prince?”

“They stay here. They are too precious and beautiful to ride around in a motor home.” “You are as precious and beautiful.” I nudged him with my elbow. “Compliments won’t get you sex.

“Loving the enemy seems to run in the family.”

this sums it up

“I should have known my emo kid brother finds himself an emo rocker chick.”

“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.

He’s arrived. You are his anchor and no matter where you two live or if you keep traveling with the racing camp, he’s found his home in you.

“Dinara Mikhailov, will you marry me?” I held up the wrapper ring, which glittered in the headlights, making it look more sturdy than it was. “You are out of your mind!” Dinara exclaimed, but her eyes were soft and she had trouble fighting her smile. I lifted the ring a bit higher. “I’m afraid I need an answer.” She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them again, she said, “Yes.”

“I’ll kick your ass Falcone,” she called over the roar of the engines. I answered by letting my car howl. “Not if I kick your ass first, Mrs. Falcone.”

There was nothing better than a wife who could kick your ass in a race.

“Did you really think a kid of ours would be the cautious type?”

“How long do you think will we continue to live this nomad life?” I asked breathlessly. Adamo kissed my hand then my cheek. “Until we’re old and gray, or old and bald in my case.” “You have thick hair. You won’t go bald.” Adamo chuckled. “That’s your main concern.”

“Every day since you’ve been in my life has been better than any day before we met.”