“I know, brother. Now stop being a creep and go.” I flashed him a mischievous grin and trudged toward Mama, exhausted from the four-hour drive from New York to Boston. Mama wrapped her hands around me in a firm embrace, but I knew she was watching Dom, hoping he would say something to her. But, as
“She is.” Antoine patted the back of my head before moving into the kitchen. He was a professional chef with the maddest skills. I certainly knew why Mama had married him. He cooked, was stable with a lot of patience and he was good-looking and French. What else could a woman want? My phone rang,
ROSALINE As the cab parked in front of the restaurant that Luciano had texted me the address of, my heart palpitated. I could not do it. I could not stand in front of him and pretend as if my brain cooperated with my senses when it was exactly the opposite. My body and mind would lose touch the mom
“And she said nothing?” My lips thinned, and he quickly said, “Then she must be pretty cool with the gory details.” “Oh, she doesn’t know you’re the Capo of ‘Ndrangheta, and it’ll be better if she doesn’t,” I stated as matter-of-factly. “I suppose it’s good. I wouldn’t want your brother pointing a
“But you’re older than my brother. Dom's twenty-eight and you're… twenty-nine, if I remember correctly.” “Seems like you've done your research.” He settled too close to me and the car started. “Since I'm older than your brother, would you rather I be your brother?” “How bad would it be?” I asked i
LUCIANO The last time I had been inside the Rossi mansion, I had received the biggest blow to my ego. The news about Belle’s secret marriage to Adonis Vitale, of all people, had made me want to go on a killing spree. Yet I had controlled my anger and had behaved for the sake of our alliances and t
A soft grunting noise reached my ears, and I alerted my senses. This was an enemy area and my life could have been in danger, though I doubted Matteo would be too hasty with such moves. My eyes fell on the girl standing on the other end of the large courtyard, the green maxi-dress clinging to her p
“You may never know,” I mumbled, my tone toward her soft for the first time. “You’re wrong. It wouldn’t change the way you see me, and it certainly won’t change the way I see you.” “How do you see me?” She gave it much thought while her eyes lingered on my chin and lips. The look in her eyes made