Dom’s frown deepened. “You’re being absurd. It’s not the end of the fucking world, Rosaline Guerra. If our pa were here, you would’ve been married long ago.” “That’s the reason I never liked him,” she bit out. “And look at you, you’re here standing on the same high, mighty ground as him.” “I hate
ADONIS Isobel went upstairs to her room, leaving me and Alessia with the godfather. Something bothered her and I couldn’t guess what. I had been too worried by Dom and Ros’s arguments to have focused on Isobel’s shakiness. I pulled my attention to the aged man seated on the recliner. Giuseppe Ross
“She’s a Rossi.” “I know.” “I trust you with my cousin, Vitale. Hell, even with my niece. Thus, I want you to make a deal with me.” I cocked a brow. “What deal?” “That my cousin and niece be free to come to Chicago whenever they want,” he blurted. “I know we’re in a line of business where no one
She moved her hands; with one, she gripped my neck and skidded the other up to my chest. She straightened in her place to touch her lips to mine. I pulled back and smirked, seeing the glimpse of need in her eyes. I had very little restraint with her. She had the power to bend my world, flip it aroun
BELLA Luciano was right in front of me, brows creased as he stared at my face and then at the band around my ring finger. Long ago, it had been his ring weighing on it. He had been living a lie for the past ten years like everyone else, but he didn’t have to. Deep down, I knew he would’ve been good
“Yes.” Luciano frowned. “So you married him when?” “We had no plans on getting married. I was drunk, and we made a mistake.” Luciano’s jaw tightened, but I went on, “I had no idea who he was, given how secretive his entire life is. When I conceived, we got married, and I fell in love with him over
ADONIS I was behind the chair where Elias was tied up, a jute bag topped over his head. Matteo gestured for his people to empty the room and everyone followed, leaving him, me, Dante, and Dom inside. Dom stood beside me, his sleeves already folded for action. Matteo was too calm, but there was a f
“I wanted to be capo. It was my birthright, as the eldest Vitale. David should’ve never denied me.” My gut churned at the truth in his words. If David hadn’t denied his identity, maybe he wouldn’t have become what he was today. Carlos, Amara and Zia would’ve been alive. Things would’ve been differe