Adonis exhaled a ragged breath. “I’m also trying not to think that you agreed to this, only to get away from De Luca.” I laughed and went up to him. “What if that’s the only reason?” His eyes met mine and something dangerous flashed in his eyes. He got up from his chair with a starving look on his
BELLA Nothing could be sweeter than coming back home, and by home meant the house that belonged to Papa. It was an overwhelming emotion. Every minute thing and every single corner had the essence of the life we had lived here. The Di Falco house, everyone called it. I was truly grateful Nonno had k
My mamma had raised us all in this very house because her brothers and their wives had no time to take care of their own children, which was why Matteo, Zia, Dante, Fabiola and I had been raised together and were like real siblings. Mamma wanted us to have the genuine bond of family that she and her
“I know exactly what I’m talking about. And right now, I’m standing at a point where I’d rather not know you at all.” She laughed and added, “You left this place to have the life of your dreams and the freedom none of us can ever afford.” The life of my dreams involved my living sister and my livel
ADONIS I strolled out to the garden where Alessia was crouched in front of two squirrels. She was trying her best to touch them without scaring them away, but every time she lifted her small hands, the squirrels ran back and returned for the nuts Alessia had splayed over the grass. I couldn’t help
I stared at her while she blinked at me with hope glimmering in her eyes. This was dreadful. My daughter wanted to know what I did for a living and the answer in itself terrified me. “I’m a tradesman,” I said. “I trade goods and services and make money from them.” “Is that what all the Mafiosos do?
BELLA Being back in Chicago didn't feel the slightest bit exciting. It was strange, the way the soldiers looked at me when I passed the gates to the Rossi mansion. I couldn't imagine the gossip my arrival here would stir among the ladies and the wives of these very men. Dealing with Fabiola was on
“I still can’t believe you’re alive. It feels like a Déjà vu,” he said, moving back and forth in the room. Pushing his brown hair back, he yelled, “It’s even more painful to know that my father and my son have kept it from me for ten fucking years.” "They're my nonno and my cousin, too," I murmured