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

by Cora Reilly

Some people believe in love at first sight. Bullshit. Hate at first sigh...

The first time Nevio and I had seen each other we’d loathed each other with fiery passion. I didn’t know why, only that our hate had been instantaneous and that it would outlast...

“Nevio,” Remo said in a low voice and Dad touched my shoulder in a very obvious way, his fingers digging in warningly.

Stabbing someone in the back was dishonorable and I’d never considered doing it, but right this moment, I spared it a thought. The world would be a better place without his batshit crazy ass.

I supposed being the child of Remo Falcone and grandchild of Benedetto Falcone made it impossible to cling to sanity.

hadn’t met Nevio’s siblings yet, but they couldn’t be a...

I preferred his cut-the-bullshit-style. It spared us all the fake pleasantries we all despised.

“The rogue MCs are the result of unfortunate developments in the Famiglia, not the Camorra,” Nino said.

Nevio smirked as he leaned against the wall with crossed arms.

“That’s what happens when women spread their legs for the wrong guy and the family doesn’t disembowel said asshole as should be done.”

I took a step forward, my hand twitching toward my knife at the same time as ...

“Nevio,” Remo warned in a voice that even sent a shud...

“When are you going to kidnap a poor woman as your wife of your own as is family tradition and the only way a woman will ever tolerate your crazy ass?”

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

An arm slung around my throat, pulling me back at the same time as Remo’s arm around his son’s throat brought him to his knees.

I was thrown against the wall once more and Dad pressed his forearm against my throat, breathing harshly, his eyes burning with barely restrained fury.

Remo had wrestled Nevio to his knees and was holding him there, while he murmure...

Nevio lowered his gaze from mine and gave one jerky nod before he dropped his k...

If he wore the right make-up, he could be the Joker in e...

“Amo,” Dad growled, and I dropped my knife as well. He caught my eyes with his, forcing me to focus only on him. “Back down,...

Nino was the only one who seemed unimpressed by the whole spectacle.

“What my son said about your wife was inappropriate.”

“Your son doesn’t look like he regrets his words. Insulting a Capo in his territory is a strange way to maintain peace.”

“I didn’t insult you, only your son, and he i...

“If I were, you’d be dead,” Nevio said quietly, his dark eyes slan...

Remo’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t lose your way.”

A figure moved behind the foggy glass. Driven by curiosity, I pushed my hands into the gap and slid open the door, and I froze.

A girl in a light-pink tutu was dancing to the music. She appeared weightless and in a world of her own.

She looked like a doll come to life. Heart-shaped lips, porcelain-smooth skin...

Her eyes were closed. I’d never thought I’d enjoy ballet but watching this girl, I couldn’t imagine tearing myself away.

My mind turned blank, my heartbeat slowed and every violent thought drained out of me as I slowly walked further into the room, drawn to her.

The girl’s eyes snapped open and her poise fell as she turned to me. Eyes as dark as bitter chocolate. Those eyes reminded me of the person who was at the top of my to-kill list if peac...

Nevio fucking ...

And this was no other than his twin G...

“Fuck!” Had I just terrified Greta Falcone enough that she was running away screaming?

Remo Falcone wouldn’t give me a chance to explain.

He’d just put a bullet in my head. If Dad didn’...

She was probably leading me into a dungeon where her evil twin could torture me to his heart’s desire.

If this had been Falcone’s plan, it had seriously backfired. I could only imagine how he’d react if he found out I was alone with his daughter.

Brutal men were her constant companions. But unlike them, she didn’t know me except for my reputation,

“You don’t have to be scared of me,” I said quietly, softening my voice, something I never did for anyone,

“And I know who you are, Greta, so you’re safe by default. Not to mention that I’d never hurt a woman. You don’t have to be worried.”

No wonder she’d run away screaming. She’d probably thought I’d come to murder her, or worse. I could only imagine what kind of horror stories Nevio told her about me.

“I hear worse on a daily basis,” she said, her body relaxing ever so slightly. “I bet.”

“And I told you, I’m not scared of you. I’m nervous around people I don’t know well, especially in surroundings that give me anxiety in the first place.”

I remembered the rumors about her social phobia.

“I can’t. Someone set off the alarm by entering a wrong code somewhere in the house and by doing so locked all the electronic doors in the house.”

“Will you be okay in this enclosed space until someone gets us out?”

“I doubt I have a choice, so yes, I’ll be okay.” For some

“You’re very tall and muscled, unusually so.”