Twisted Emotions (The Camorra Chronicles Book 2)

Love: a game for fools.

If anyone was required to please someone, then it was me as the wife. And so far, I’d failed miserably.

Nothing. I don’t like him.”

“That was not dislike, Kiara,” he said, still in that terrifying voice. His fingers pressed harder into my wrist. I risked a peek at him. His eyes were narrowed at me, as if he could see into the deepest, darkest corners of my soul. “Dislike wouldn’t have made you seek protection in my arms, trust me.”

“I didn’t—”

“Don’t lie to me. I am your Capo now.”

Nothing would make me reveal my secret, not even Remo’s terrifying scowl. “I didn’t ask for your protection,” I whispered.

He stepped closer, and I cringed. “You begged me for protection. Unlike Nino, I have no trouble reading your emotions.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant.

“You didn’t have to protect me. I’m not your responsibility.”

“You are a Falcone now. My brother’s wife. You fall under my rule. That makes you mine to protect.”

would like to dance with my niece now,” Uncle Durant said to Remo, but his eyes were on me, full of knowledge and triumph as always.

He hadn’t touched me since those nights. I clutched Remo tightly, looking up at him. His dark eyes regarded me, narrowing ever so slightly. Please don’t let me dance with him. The words didn’t leave my mouth. Durant reached for me, but Remo angled us so he was between my uncle and me.

Remo turned his gaze to my uncle, but he didn’t let go of me. “I can’t allow that unfortunately. My brother wants her back at his side.”

“It’s tradition in the Famiglia,” Uncle Durant said. “Maybe you don’t care about traditions over in Vegas, but here we do.”

Remo’s lips pulled wider, and I realized then that his smiles for me had been genuine; he was being nice. This smile had a sinister feel to it. “We honor our traditions as well. In Vegas, it’s tradition that I cut out the tongues of people who annoy the fuck out of me. If you insist on your traditions, I will have to insist on mine. And your tongue will look good in my collection.”

Uncle Durant’s face turned red. His angry gaze settled on me briefly, and I pressed into Remo, but then my uncle moved away.

“You can release me now,” Remo muttered.

I unfastened my hold and stepped back, ashamed. Remo held onto my hand, not allowing me to go. His thumb pressed against my wrist in a similar way like Nino had.

“What was that?” Remo asked in a low, dangerous voice

“I’m going to kill someone. And I wanted to give you fair warning.”

“No, not this time. I will kill that man and nothing will stop me.”

“So you aren’t asking for my permission.”

So had I. It had felt like I was on the verge of losing control, but somehow Kiara had held me fast through it all.

“No. When you said you couldn’t be gentle, I’d expected worse.”

“Did I hurt you?”