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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.
“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.
They were like fight dogs. If you tried to get between them, you’d be the one they’d bite.
Even if you’re away from your brothers and Vegas, your name carries weight, like mine does. We carry our names as burden and shield. The only way for us to be anonymous is to take on a new name and become someone else.”
“Don’t ever try to be good to people who hurt you. They don’t deserve 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.”
”What are you going to do now?” Nino asked. I swallowed down my first impulse to vow revenge and go on a rampage right away. “Whatever Dinara needs me to do.” Remo met my gaze and nodded. “What she needs will take you on a path you swore to never wade on. It’s a path all of us Falcones are well acquainted with. It’s paved with blood and death, and once you’ve walked it, no other path will ever suffice.”
“You are safe. The roles have switched. You aren’t his victim. You will be his judge.”
I could practically see the weight falling off her. Euphoria was banishing any hint of anxiety. For now her demons were put to rest. They weren’t gone for good however. I was intimately familiar with demons of the past. They’d come back to haunt her, but they would have lost some of their power over her.
searching my eyes as if he hoped to find the little daughter that he’d dressed in princess dresses. But that girl was dead, died many painful deaths to be reborn as something vile and vengeful.
“She was a monster and never deserved to be your mother. You are lovable and I love you.”
“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.”
“I’m not into fighting.” “But you are into racing, which is also a male-dominated activity.” Dinara rolled her eyes. “I don’t need a dick to kick ass on the racetrack.”
“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,”
