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

by Cora Reilly

“Maybe you are blind to the truth, Angel. But I am not. Maybe you cannot see or won’t see that our son is a monster. I don’t have to turn him into one. He’s messed up and I’m trying to channel his monster before it goes rampant in a way none of us want. For fuck’s sake, look at him.”

“Considering what kind of man I am and the sins I’ve committed, I don’t know why I deserve a daughter like you.”

She was everything I wanted. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I could hardly breathe when she was gone and I could hardly breathe when she was close. Her dark eyes sucked me into their abyss. With one look out of those doe-eyes she held me captive. I’d never felt this way. Did she even realize what she’d done?

Kissing her had been like a fucking rebirth.

“Because I’m Greta Falcone and he’s Amo Vitiello.”

You have to allow yourself to fall.”

Greta, she kept my heart with her in Las Vegas.

I needed to protect my girl.

too. I cried for a loss of something I’d never really had, a loss for a piece of me that had seemed irrelevant.

“Don’t let the dark swallow you just because I’m not there to watch over you.