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Nothing I could do could possibly cause a bigger scandal than the one she had caused.
wrong
I had no business wanting Greta to dance for me. I couldn’t have her. Cressida would probably turn a blind eye to me cheating on her. She was content becoming a future Capo’s wife. But Greta wasn’t a girl who deserved to be an affair. She was a woman who deserved to be someone’s number one, their one and only queen.
“You could stay here with me.” “I belong in Las Vegas.” You belong with me.
“I regret every moment I’m not with you.”
Tomorrow I’d be flying back home even if it felt like my heart was slowly making itself at home somewhere else. New York was my home, had always been. But Greta…Greta, she kept my heart with her in Las Vegas.
“What if this ends badly?” “What if it doesn’t?” She put her cheek against my chest. “How could it not?”
“I was looking for something to cheer you up and one of our contacts gave me a tip about a breeding farm for these handbag dogs.” “Chihuahuas?” “Bless you,” said Massimo dryly.
“I love your scent,” I murmured, then yawned. “And the way your body feels against mine. And your smile. Love’s such a curious thing. No logic, no reason.” I drifted off, my words coming out garbled to my own ears. “How do you know if you love someone?”
Greta was heiress to a fortune, hailed the princess of the west and here she was feeding cows and pigs and horses and picking up their droppings. She didn’t shy back from hard work. When she spotted
“For you I’d keep a thousand secrets even from your father.”
Love can be as destructive as hatred.”
And look how it shaped you…
It would be the best Christmas present of all time.
“I’ve been practicing my Capo look in front of the mirror these last fifteen minutes. What do you think?” He gave me a stern look. “You look constipated.”
Remo didn’t say anything, only walked toward Greta and kissed her forehead. “Mia cara. The world will burn for you. We’ll burn it down.”
Nevio made his father look like a fucking choir boy.
I wasn’t sure if this was sign of bad parenting on my and Aria’s part, or not.
For her our children would always remain her babies. It was difficult for her to see them in danger, and it wasn’t easy for me either. But this was our life.
