By Fate I Conquer (Sins of the Fathers, #4)

by Cora Reilly

“I don’t fear you,” I pressed out. Nevio visibly relaxed and a small joyless smile pulled at his lips.

“I won’t ever run from you, Nevio. I’ll always be at your side, no matter what.” “You swear?” “I swear.”

“How does it feel to hurt someone so badly that they pled for death when you could save them with your abilities instead?” I asked softly.

“I love you, Dad.” Dad pressed a kiss to my temple. “I love you more than life itself, Mia Cara. Never forget that.”

It was only fitting that I should fall in love with a man who was just as bad, as brutal, as cruel as the men who’d raised me.

“Love is for dreamers or weaklings. I’m neither.” “Your father is many things but not a dreamer or weakling.”

“We both know war will break out the moment Nevio and I become Capos. No need to pretend otherwise.”

None of the Falcones liked to be reminded of the fact that Remo had kidnapped Serafina on her wedding day.

Those eyes reminded me of the person who was at the top of my to-kill list if peace between the Famiglia and the Camorra ever ended. Nevio fucking Falcone. And this was no other than his twin Greta Falcone.

My phone rang with a reminder. I took it out of my back pocket and glanced at the screen, then froze. It had struck midnight and my phone reminded me that it was May 15th, Greta’s birthday.

If Greta were mine, I’d want to be faithful too.

Nevio shook his head with a chuckle. “Don’t listen to these assholes. Stay where you are. You belong in the light.”

“You could stay here with me.” “I belong in Las Vegas.” You belong with me.

but Remo Falcone’s daughter that’s not something I can make happen. Nobody can unless they’re ripping her from his cold, dead hands, and even then you’d still have to kill the remaining Falcone bunch.”

I swear, Amo, I’m going to beat the shit out of you for the first time in your fucking life if that’s the case.

It was so impossibly strong I could hardly believe it could become more. Was it love? Possibly. Was I falling in love? Definitely. I knew love at first sight was a hoax. And yet, my feelings for Greta defied logic.

“If you pull that knife, I’ll slit your throat,” Nino said to Amo.

I’d grown up among cruel men. But fate was so much crueler than any of them. Amo Vitiello was my soulmate… …and now married to another woman.

“Greta doesn’t need to marry to be a queen. Only by existing, she’s shining brighter than most ever will,” Remo said in a harsh voice.

New York was my home, had always been. But Greta…Greta, she kept my heart with her in Las Vegas.

“Greta, you aren’t a dark secret. You are fucking everything and I want everyone to know. I want everyone to know you’re mine. I don’t ever want there to be someone other than me.”

Amo was utterly in love with Greta.

Greta loved that fucker Amo Vitiello.

“Are we talking about the same man?” “He won’t say no because Greta made her choice and he won’t risk losing her like Serafina’s parents lost her.”

“There are no secrets in this house. You might as well pop the question right here and spare us the less accurate retellings later,” Savio said.

“When you’re thinking about creating bloody sheets tonight, remember what Nino and I did to Kiara’s uncle at the last big wedding between the Camorra and the Famiglia.” Dad got up too and shook his head. “You took photos of the fucking mess you created back then? It took weeks to renovate the room. You acted like barbarians.”

Remo narrowed his eyes at Dad. “Many would call it barbaric to get off on virgin blood covered sheets.” I gritted my teeth and sought Matteo’s eyes in the mirror, trying to give him a silent sign to remove those two from the room, or at least Remo. Dad smirked. “I’m half tempted to call Dante so he can tell us how kindly he took your presentation of the sheets of your first night with Serafina.” “At least I presented real sheets.”