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

by Cora Reilly

“Greta,” Nino said quietly, waiting until my gaze ret...

“I assume you’re talking abou...

“Knowing your past interactions with men outside of our family, there are only very few options. It could be someone you met at your dance recital, which is unlikely given Fabiano’s presence and the limited time frame.

Or it could be the only other male you spent time with. Amo Vitiello.”

“I think I fell in love,” I whispered.

Nino shook his head. “Greta

“No,” I said firmly. “I can feel that it’s true. I fell in love, a...

“That’s why you’re crying?” I froze and reached up, feeling w...

“I’m crying because my heart’s already broken before it ever really got the cha...

“You said nothing happened between ...

“It didn’t. We talked. But I felt a connection I’ve n...

“You won’t tell anyone, right?” If he told Dad or Nevio, everything would fall apart.

“I don’t see how telling anyone would serve any other purpose than bring down war on us. I don’t think now’s the right time to pursue a conflict with the Famiglia.”

I couldn’t see them accepting a bond with Amo. They would start a war. So many would die.

“Your brother would definitely see it as betrayal if you left Las Vegas for Amo. And I don’t have to tell you that your father won’t ever allow it, for nothing in the world.”

“Can you imagine leaving Las Vegas to live with Amo in New York, as a Capo’s wife?”

“No,” I croaked.

That night I went over to Nevio’s bedroom. He gave me a distracted smile as he put on his leather wristbands, combat boots and leather biker pants, getting ready for his night out with Massimo and Alessio.

“Would you ever leave our family?”

“For nothing in this world.”

“Not even if you fell...

“If I ever thought there was someone who’d make me consider leaving our family and the Camorra, I’d kill her before she turned me into ...

“I’m fucking serious, Greta. Our family is everything. Nothing deserves to take its prime spot.”

“You need to stop reading all this shit about emotions. Sometimes it’s better not to have and understand them.”

Nevio’s words had only confirmed what Nino had said, what I’d known all along.

I ignored the ones from Cressida and Dad asking where I was.

You stupid idiot, they’ll kill you. Turn on your brain for once.

Amo, please don’t be stupid.

I should have come with you. You need back up. Fuck, they’re going to kill you.

Maybe it was stupidity. Maybe it was suicidal, but I’d made up my mind and nothing would stop me now.

The only people who knew of my plan were Maximus and Marcella.

I stepped foot on Las Vegas ground not as future Capo of the Famiglia. I was here privately.

There really was no handbook on how to approach a family of murderous sociopaths.

“I’m at the airport in Las Vegas. Can you pick me up?”

“I’m here unannounced and I’m alone.”

“This is the only time I’ll speak as your uncle and not as part of the Camorra, and you better listen well. Turn around and fly back to New York.”

“You don’t know why I’m here. I could be asking to j...

“Ask for a bullet, that’s more likel...

“Are you going to pick me up or do I have to hail a fucking taxi to take ...

“I’ll be there in thirty minutes. You better b...

“You inherited your father’s lack of control in certain matters.”

the man in the passenger seat who didn’t turn around but watched me with cold eyes through the back mirror. Nino Falcone.

“Nino.” His lips barely moved and his expression was emotionless. The locks cl...

“Are you not going to ask me wh...

“Am I going to get a special Camorra treatment for breaching your territory without permission?”

“The mansion? Or where does Remo want him?” Fabiano asked.

If this was what it took to get Greta, then I’d gladly brave torture, even if Nino’s talents were feared even among mobsters.

“You won’t give us trouble, I assume?” Nino asked.

“My brother’s dream has always been to break your father. I’ve never shared his aspirations.”

I followed Nino’s lead and settled on a barstool. This was a curious meeting, and I wasn’t yet sure where it was going.