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He smiled sardonically. “I like the dark, Greta. I belong there.”
The men in my family were bad men. Nevio, my other half, was possibly the worst of them. But this love was inevitable.
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.
Some people believe in love at first sight. Bullshit. Hate at first sight? Definitely a thing.
HAHA true
The words left my mouth before I could process them. They just fell out, like that one biker’s glass eye when I’d slammed my ax into his head.
“You’re getting stitched up. If you lose your arm because of an infection, you’ll be in major trouble.”
“Considering what kind of man I am and the sins I’ve committed, I don’t know why I deserve a daughter like you.”
Remo my heart
“It can’t be Cressida. You don’t have a cutesy name for her that starts with G and it’s not her birthday. The closest thing to an endearment you’ve used for her was bitch.”
Hahaha
“You’re faithful to Mom.” “You can’t compare your mother to Cressida, and I want to be faithful.” If Greta were mine, I’d want to be faithful too.
Oof
Nevio rested his chin on top of my head. “Why do you save these deranged creatures?” “For the same reason she bothers with us,” Massimo said as he held out his cigarette to me but I shook my head. “One of these days we’ll lure you to the dark side,” he said with a shrug.
Aww
Nevio shook his head with a chuckle. “Don’t listen to these assholes. Stay where you are. You belong in the light.”
Awwww I love him with her
Greta’s smile brightened. And fuck, seeing it, I would have promised her the world. What was this girl doing to me?
Oof
“Was that okay?” Amo chuckled. “You can kiss me whenever you want.” I shook my head. “I mean my technique.” Amo slid his lips across mine, a soft friction that warmed my belly in the most perfect way. “It’s not about technique, but passion.”
Oof
Amo smiled darkly. “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 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.” “But you’ve been with girls on a physical level that we haven’t shared.” Amo laughed. It was raw and bitter. “And none of it mattered.”
🫠🫠🫠
“Don’t you ever dare thinking this. You are everything.”
I knew love at first sight was a hoax. And yet, my feelings for Greta defied logic.
Swoon
I heard every word she was saying but she might as well have spoken Japanese.
😂
Dad let out a dark laugh. “About him wanting you? Not in a million years, mia cara. Maybe he can have whatever he wants in New York, but this is Las Vegas, and he can’t have you. Not now, not ever.”
Protective Remo needs a grip
Slamming my knife into his son’s stomach was one of the best moments of my life, only every moment I’d spent with Greta beat it, which was ironic.
“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.
Yeah
“Too far?” Dad snarled. “You attack me and my family while we’re guests in your territory. Never talk about honor to me again. I’m the master at playing dirty, Vitiello. You just opened the fucking Pandora’s box.”
REMO ILY
“Why do you make me feel like myself and at the same time like someone new.” If I only knew. Why did she make me feel so unhinged and as if I’d finally come home at the same time?
“It’s wrong of me to desire you, isn’t it.” “Is it?” I rasped. In this moment I didn’t care if I committed a sin—fuck, sinning was in my nature—if it was wrong. I wanted the woman before me. I wanted nothing else.
“Can I pull down your panties as well?” “Yes please.” Please. Fucking please. As if she had to beg me to lay her bare. When
“I’m going to eat you as often as you want. No need to hold back. Come for me.”
Waterfall
I couldn’t believe how gentle his voice could be. Was this really the same violent, crazy madman I knew? But I supposed my voice changed too when I talked to Greta. What was it about this girl that made violent creatures, animals and humans alike, become docile?
LMAOOOO she is that girl
New York was my home, had always been. But Greta…Greta, she kept my heart with her in Las Vegas.
Las Vegas love
“I didn’t want to start with the obvious spot. That’s like a man who starts with a woman’s clitoris instead of working his way toward it, right?”
Haha this girl
“Amo,” she moaned, her fingers raking through my hair. “Kiss me.” Leaving her pussy? “That’s what I’m doing,”
Lol
“Normally I always want to do the right thing, but with you…I think I’ll choose wrong.” I motioned at the animals all around us. “You’re doing enough good already. Being with me won’t undo the good of your existence.” Greta laughed. “That’s not how it works. You can’t collect bonus points so you can act wrong on occasion.”
“Fuck, Greta. I want nothing more than to make you mine, than to bury myself to the hilt inside of you.”
Swoon or waterfall? I can’t tell maybe both
I was teetering on the edge of control. If I fucked Greta’s mouth today, I’d probably lose my mind and fuck her pussy too, or spill my cum the second her lips touched my cock because I was so fucking horny.
Lol
“I like being a Falcone.” “I’d prefer you as a Vitiello.”
She can be both
With a glance at Dotty, Bear followed her and curled around her smaller body. I smiled wryly. I wasn’t the only one who was led around by the balls by a female.
“Every part of me that matters, my soul, my heart, my love, is yours. It’ll always be yours.”
“I’ll go practice my best Capo looks then,” Valerio said with a smirk. “This isn’t the moment for your fucking jokes!” Luca snarled.
“Blood spill, in time for Christmas. What a jolly message. Born in Blood, Sworn in Blood indeed.”
If blood was the price that we all had to pay, then so be it.
Whoever had hurt her would pay tenfold. If this was Luca’s doing because he didn’t want his son to be with Greta, I’d make peace with the Outfit, the Bratva, and whoever else it required to bring down the Famiglia. I’d burn them to the ground.
Nevio jogged after us, expression conflicted. I could feel his bloodlust, his need to destroy Greta’s attacker. I got it. Fuck, I wanted to rip him apart piece by piece.
Nevio scoffed. “Her family is at fault. They raised her. They obviously failed. They deserve death. End of fucking story.”
God i love this fictional man so much
That guy had the destruction force of an atomic bomb. Remo was a fucking madman. Nevio made his father look like a fucking choir boy.
Ughhh
“I won’t ever forgive you for making the Falcones family though.” I let out a raw laugh and pulled back, glad Dad broke this too emotional moment with his dry humor.
It was still hard to believe that my little girl had picked a biker, an enemy of the past. It was ironic that Amo too had to choose an enemy. I wasn’t sure if this was sign of bad parenting on my and Aria’s part, or not.
Nope Luca your children are just crazy like you
“You are the only heavily pregnant woman who wears eight-inch heels,” Amo said with a tight smile. “Four and a half inches, Amo. Men really need to measure right. And I’m six months along, I won’t pop out this baby tomorrow, so chill. We have other things to worry about.”
Valerio jogged down the stairs in that moment. “I have a huge party planned for my eighteenth in January. I definitely won’t die any time soon.”
“Don’t let the dark swallow you just because I’m not there to watch over you. One day you’ll find someone who’ll shine brightly.” Nevio shook his head with a dark laugh. “I’ll try to dip my feet into the light on occasion, but don’t expect me to have feelings for anyone, Greta. Even if I hadn’t been averse to the idea of it before, seeing what your feelings for Vitiello did is a huge deterrence.”
Okay big guy we’ll see
“You sent sheets of your first night with Mom to the Outfit Capo and her parents, so I think you’ll be brave enough to see my wedding night sheets.” “If I’d known my future daughter would find out about this and use it against me, I would have reconsidered my decision.” “You wouldn’t have,” Mom said, stepping out of the bedroom in her white nightgown and messy bed-hair. “You got a kick out of it.”
LMAOOOO
“Blessings aren’t my style.” He cupped my cheek. “But I respect your choice, Mia Cara. You aren’t a little girl anymore. I want you to find happiness in New York, but never forget that a loving home is always waiting for you in Las Vegas if you ever choose to return.”
