“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?” Adamo grinned. “I’ve been living the nomad life in a tent and car for a couple of years now. I don’t need much.”
