Twisted Cravings (The Camorra Chronicles, #6)

by Cora Reilly

“Maybe we should wait with family introductions until we’ve at least shared a kiss.”

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.

“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.”

“You’re not just a girl I have sex with.” “And you’re not just a guy I have sex with.”

Remo and I were similar in looks, but that wasn’t our most striking similarity. His cruelty and brutality had appalled me most of my life because it reflected a part of me I despised. Today I made peace with him and me.

Remo met my gaze, but he didn’t say anything. I gave him a small nod. Today, maybe for the first time ever, I really understood him, and he saw it in my face.

“She was a monster and never deserved to be your mother. You are lovable and I love you.”