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“I’m going to do something I shouldn’t do, Greta. Something I swore I wouldn’t do. If you don’t stop me,”
I cupped her cheeks in both of my hands, cradling her soft skin, locking eyes with hers.
The moment our lips touched my body flushed with heat and my pulse raced in my veins, and everything fell into place. Her lips were the softest I’d ever felt. I wanted this kiss, this moment, to last forever.
“She’s inconsequential. I swore to never do this because you’re a woman who doesn’t deserve to have her first kiss stolen in a dark corridor as a dirty secret.”
“Am I your dirty secret?”
Did she even realize what she’d done? She’d pried my ribs open and held onto my heart with her elegant fingers.
“You could stay here with me.”
“I belong in Las Vegas.”
You belong w...
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I leaned down quickly and pressed another kiss to Greta’s lovely lips before I pulled away and disappeared in the shadows, slipping away before we got caught together.
Amo opened the door for me and I climbed in. He closed the door then got in behind the steering wheel.
Without a word, he leaned over and grabbed my face then kissed me firmly.
After a moment, he held out his hand, palm up. It took me a few heartbeats to realize what he wanted.
I slipped my hand into his and he closed his fingers.
Nevio would probably accuse me of being naïve or too trusting, but it wasn’t that.
“I’m not used to being romantic. I guess it shows,”
“Wistfulness was definitely what I was going for with our first real date.” I tilted my head, trying to determine if he was joking.
He peered down at me with a dry laugh. “I’m kidding. Are you uncomfortable going in there with me?”
“You can kiss me whenever you want.”
“You don’t eat meat?” Amo asked, motioning at the lamb shawarma on his plate.
“You scanned everything closely and you didn’t pick a single meaty starter.”
“This is where your father ripped out a man’s tongue for insulting your mother, right?”
“I want there to be many more times.”
I wanted the same thing but he was supposed to marry in three weeks, and my family would never allow me to see Amo.
Every time I met her, the pull got stronger.
I’d never understood why people were willing to risk everything for someone who wasn’t close family, someone they barely knew but I finally began to understand.
Nevio had been furious at first but then an excited gleam had entered his eyes and I’d known he’d use his night off to do what he always did at night.
His expression was hostile when it settled on Fabiano and only slightly softened when he gazed down on me.
Amo was waiting beside his sister Marcella and his younger brother Valerio,
My gaze caught on the diamond ear clip that hid her missing earlobe.
Fabiano was busy glaring at Luca, and Aria was busy looking concerned so we were safe for now but I didn’t want to be too daring.
“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to come along. I forgot to tell them,” Fabiano said with a grimace.
Marcella’s attentive gaze moved lazily between Amo and me, reminding me of a cat about to pounce on her prey.
Only Kiara had mastered the art of cooking for me.
“Last week’s newspaper showed him respecting women all over the front page,”
“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right?”
then her lips thinned. “I thought you wanted to cool off.”
“I guess you’re hungry for something else than olives,” Marcella said, and my gaze darted to her, my skin flushing with heat.
“Amo, you want me to keep watch while you’re alone with Greta Falcone?”
“This is going to end badly. Very badly.”
Amo crossed the distance between us and cupped my cheeks, his lips coming down on mine without warning again.
“Do not ask a man like me about right or wrong, Greta. The only thing I can tell you is that nothing has ever felt as right as kissing you.”
“I swear, Amo, if you deflower another mafia girl, I’m going to throw you off the next bridge.”
“I know you’re not mine. You’re Cressida’s.”
“I’m not hers, won’t ever be. In the few moments we’ve shared I’ve already been more yours than I’ve ever been anyone else’s.”
“And none of it mattered.”
“What did Fabiano mean with his newspaper comment?”
“I publicly touched a woman in one of our clubs, and the newspaper published it.”
“I did it because I thought it would make Cressida mad enough to cancel the wedding.”
“I’m a very bad man, Greta. Do not mistake me for anything else.”
