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For AJ My only inspiration for falling in love.
The problem was, my sister believed she was already in love. With the gardener.
Oh?
I’d first seen how he’d gotten his reputation when I was seven, through a crack in his office door.
Damn
“Smart girl.”
Sheesh
There are some relatives you don’t like—ones you might shoot on your own terms if given the chance.
Then I saw her at church. Son of a bitch. My cousins would check out any woman under fifty. Any woman if she had just one decent attribute, so of course I had never believed the hype. Talk about a man’s wet dream. Her body . . . fucking centerfold-worthy. Her hair was a weakness of mine: black, silky, and long enough I could wrap it around my fist twice. The thought had flitted through my mind unwillingly. And at church. Jesus.
Couldn’t be from Little Miss Glare’s personality.
The Sweet Abelli was sweet to everyone but me. I could have laughed, if for reasons unknown to me, it didn’t piss me off.
It was easy to understand why Salvatore had little trouble offering his other one.
Dam wtf
“Left.” Satisfaction filled my chest. Right, it is.
“Yours?” I asked smoothly. “Bummer.” A tug on my ponytail. “Watch it.” His words were low and distracted.
She was a diva in the pool. In other words: boring. I tipped her.
“Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.” —Marilyn Monroe
I’d learned how to read body language over the years.
“Promise you won’t do anything.” “Promise.” Lie.
The old Pronto lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.
“I know we all have our kinks, Elena, but you’re my cousin. Find someone else to watch.”
I opened my eyes to see Nicolas’s hand wrapped around my uncle’s wrist. “Hit a woman in front of me and you won’t be alive to do it again,” Nico growled.
I knew the kind of guilt this carried around—let alone the heartbreak—and I couldn’t allow Adriana to live with the same.
what I wanted the most. It started with an E and had long black hair. It was also my vice.
my pulse stilled. And when the words “Oscar Perez” followed by “found shot execution style in front of his apartment,” passed the reporter’s ruby red lips, I choked on my cereal.
“It’s not like you’re a virgin, Elena.” “Papà,” Tony snapped.
I would kiss whoever killed him.
“You’ll use mine from now on.”
Yesss zaddy
“You are until I can find a gay cousin,” Nico returned dryly.
“Sounds like you’re trying to scare me off.” “Is it working?” “Nah, I’ll take my chances.”
“I just don’t have the patience to listen to what people think I should do with what’s mine.”
“I don’t think my papà likes you.” I laughed. “I don’t think many Abellis do.” “I do,” she whispered. Fuck. “Yeah?” “Yeah.”
His lips brushed mine. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Crazy, she called me. She had no idea how goddamn crazy I could be. I’d give Christian an hour before I started tearing this city apart piece by piece.
I would burn the world for him. He was King of the Cosa Nostra. And he was all mine.
“And I love you, Elena Russo.”
