Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
She shook her head. “But so am I because even free to do as I please, I choose you. I’m no angel. An angel wouldn’t love a man like you, but I do. I love you.” And she kissed me harshly, brutally, all rage and love, and I kissed her back with the same love, the same rage.
This woman had stolen my black heart. From the first moment I saw her, I wanted to own her. At first to destroy the Outfit and Dante then later because it became an irresistible need, a voracious longing. And in the end, Serafina was the one who owned me, black heart, condemned soul, scarred body.
Every fucking part of me was hers, and if she’d let me, I’d be hers till my last day.
SERAFINA
My heart burned with emotions. Fiercely. Remo had declared his love for me. Something I’d never considered a possibility.
This cruel man owned my heart, and I didn’t want it any other way.
Remo’s kiss was violent, harsh. Then he pulled back. “Marry me.”
I froze. It had been an order. Remo wasn’t a man who asked for anything. I leaned back against the wall slowly, searching his eyes.
He didn’t let me retreat. He kissed me again but gentler. “Marry me, Angel.”
It still wasn’t a question, but his voice wasn’t dominant anymore. It was soft, compelling, raw. “Become a Falcone?” I murmured against his lips.
“Become a Falcone. Become mine.”
I smiled. “I have been yours for a long time.”
“Is that a yes?” he asked, his hand sliding over my outer thigh, stroking, distracting me.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Serafina Falcone,” he murmured. “I like the sound of it.”
I smiled because this name sounded right, more right than Mancini ever had.
Was this love? Was this madness? I didn’t care. It was perfection either way.
CHAPTER 31
SERAFINA
I was inexplicably nervous when Remo told me he wanted to announce our wedding to his brothers and Kiara the next day. We’d all gathered in the kitchen for breakfast, Nevio on Kiara’s lap and Greta on mine.
“You have a new wedding to look forward to,” Remo said without warning.
Every pair of eyes darted from him then to me. My cheeks flushed. I wasn’t sure what Savio and Nino thought of the situation. Adamo and Kiara liked me, but the other two ...
“Will we be allowed to kidnap someone? Or at least spill some blood? Since you sampled the goods before, bloody sheets won’t happen after all,” Savio drawled, grinning.
Remo reached over the table and hit him over the head. Savio only chuckled.
“Be careful I don’t spill your blood.”
Adamo smiled at me then rolled his eyes at Savio.
Kiara got up, handing Nevio to Remo so she could hug me. “I’m so happy.”
Savio and Nino definitely didn’t look unhappy, but their reaction wasn’t as enthusiastic as Kiara’s or Adamo’s, not that I had expected it to be.
When Savio got up to take a call, I followed after him but waited until he was done before I approached him. He eyed me curiously when he noticed me. He didn’t look like a teenager anymore, especially now that he was sporting stubble.
“Are we good?” I asked.
“If you’re talking about the soup incident, that’s forgotten. Trust me, most people want to do worse to me, especially women, so I’ve learned not to hold grudges.” He shrugged. “And we were the ones who held you captive, so you have more reason to be pissed.”
“True. But my family kidnapped your younger brother and almost killed your oldest, so I guess we’re even?”
Savio’s expression tightened briefly at the mention of my family and my own stomach churned painfully. “You are part of our family now. I don’t give a fuck about the past. Just make sure you don’t break Remo’s fucking heart.”
“Do you think that’s a possibility?” I teased.
His dark brows drew together. “Before you, I’d have bet my balls against it. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if Remo had something resembling a heart.”
“He loves you.”
Savio looked away, obviously uncomfortable. “We are brothers. We’ll die for each other.”
I smiled.
“We should return,” Savio muttered. “I don’t want Remo to think we’re getting it on behind his back.”
I snorted. “Sorry, Savio, nothing against you, but you don’t stand a chance.”
Savio gave me an arrogant smile. “You like what you see, admit it.” He sauntered back into the kitchen before I could shoot something back. But for some reason his insufferable ego was almost endearing. It reminded me a bit of Samuel, which was consoling and painful at the same time.
After my conversation with Savio, I felt better. Now I only needed to straighten out things with Nino. He and I had never really warmed up to each other, and I wasn’t sure if it was because Nino didn’t like me or if it was because of his nature.
Remo leaned in when I sat down beside him. “Did he behave?”