Twisted Pride (The Camorra Chronicles Book 3)

“Fuck the pain. I want you in my arms.”

“You can’t have it all. You have to make a choice.”

She shook her head. “I made my choice, Remo. I chose you and I’ll choose you over and over again.”

Fuck. I didn’t deserve this woman.

My chest tightened. I didn’t tell her that my mother was still very much alive. I brought Serafina’s hand up to my face and kissed her palm then the scar I had created

“How did you know?”

He regarded me with an expression that sent a little shiver down my spine. “Because my brothers don’t knock, they barge in, and Kiara usually stays away from my bedroom.”

Remo’s expression held wonder, and when he raised his eyes to mine, they were

“They look like you. Nevio is you. Everyone who sees him knows he’s yours.”

“You are safe now, Fina. Nothing will ever happen to you again. I’m sorry, dove. I’m so sorry,” Dad whispered against my hair, and I realized he was crying. My father. A Made Man since his teenage days. Underboss of Minneapolis. He was crying into my hair, right in front of his Capo and my fiancé, and I fell apart. I clutched his jacket and cried, ugly cried, for the first time since I could remember, and my father hugged me even tighter.

“Can I ask you a question?” he said quietly.

I had a feeling this was turning into the sex talk I’d avoided with Savio by throwing him a freebie with two whores; he gladly accepted.

I prided myself on my scary smile, but Fabiano’s expression surpassed everything

We all have to let part of ourselves die to rise up stronger.