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.”

“I fear what you’re capable of. I fear for the people who’ll cross your path in an unfortunate moment.”

“That’s how nature works, you know?” he murmured. “There’s dark and light, there must be. Maybe it’s the same with twins, but it wasn’t split evenly between us. I got all the darkness and you got all the light.”

“I won’t ever run from you, Nevio. I’ll always be at your side, no matter what.” “You swear?” “I swear.”

“I love you, Dad.” Dad pressed a kiss to my temple. “I love you more than life itself, Mia Cara. Never forget that.”

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.

Madmen of Las Vegas.

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.

Her eyes settled on my face. “I never thought about kissing someone. But I think with you I could imagine having my first kiss one day.”

He didn’t know how my heart picked up when I thought about Amo.

I was bound to marry Cressida, and quite possibly falling for Greta Falcone.

how could I miss something that I had never had?

“This doesn’t hurt as badly as you not choosing me.”

I had not not chosen him. I’d chosen peace. I’d chosen my family. I’d chosen saving many lives. I’d chosen Amo becoming Capo…

“With a declaration of war,” Dad said with a dark laugh.

I knew I could never be with the woman I loved.

I’d grown up among cruel men. But fate was so much crueler than any of them. Amo Vitiello was my soulmate… …and now married to another woman.

“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.

“It’s a pity not all of you could make it,”

“These are mine.”

understand. “Forget

“Don’t argue. My darkness spilled over. It wasn’t you.”

“To be honest, I’d probably kill anyone who dares to touch you.”

I would turn into a raging madman if another man touched her.

“Lift your hips.”

“You want me to be with someone else.” “No,” he growled, fierceness twisting his face. “You are mine, only mine.” “And are you mine?”

“I love you.”

I was marrying the woman I loved with every fiber of my being.

“You taste like mine.”

Nevio stood slowly, pulled his knife while Massimo poured liquid from a flask on a cloth napkin, which Nevio pierced with the blade, and Alessio lit it up with a lighter. Greta followed my gaze and so did a few others, like my dad, Matteo and Remo. Nobody did anything. Nevio hurtled the knife with practiced precision through the room so it cut through the sheet and let it burst into flames.

“Mine. Only mine. I don’t want anyone to see you but me.”

“Mine.”

“Mine.”

“I know, but Nevio needs someone.”

Nevio needed an exorcist at the very least.

“Congrats on the first Famiglia Capo to be born in Las Vegas.”