Twisted Cravings (The Camorra Chronicles, #6)

by Cora Reilly

Dinara glared. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not here to convince you, Adamo. I’m here to inform you about my decision. This is the last time you’ll see me. I won’t stay in camp, nor will we ever meet again. I belong in Chicago with my people.” “Your people? The people that want you to dress up as a fake version of yourself? The people who only know one side of you, but not every aspect of yourself, not the dark parts only I got to see.” Dinara reached into her pocket and took out a smoke. Her fingers were unsteady when she lit it up. “I thought you wanted to stop?” She shrugged. “It wouldn’t work.” “The not-smoking or us?” She took a deep drag and glanced at her boots. “Both.” She peered back up at me. “Listen, Adamo. This is a courtesy. I won’t explain my reasons. What we had was fun as long as it lasted but it was never meant to be forever. You have to accept my decision. But even if you don’t, it won’t change a thing. Dima and I’ll fly back to Chicago today and I’ll return to my old life, and so should you.” “We aren’t the same people from our old lives. We changed.” “I should go now. This is pointless,” Dinara clipped and tossed her cigarette to the ground then stomped it out with her boots.