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against the wall beside his father

one of their eyebrows climbed their fore

As if they’d practiced a choreography

“But you’re the one I want.”

“I don’t care about any of this, Greta. I probably won’t even become Capo anymore. My father made it very clear that I’d have to waive my position if I didn’t marry Cressida.”

Amo murmured, bringing our faces closer. I looked deeply into his eyes. I loved how quiet my mind got when I did, how peaceful I felt, how in control of everything, especially myself.

“Sometimes we can’t have what we want,”

The moment our lips touched my body flushed with heat and my pulse raced in my veins, and everything fell into place.

Mia cara?” Dad’s quiet voice filtered through the whooshing in my head. I peered up, realizing that we were alone. He touched my cheek. “You’re cold. Take a hot bath.”

She pulled it tighter around herself and actually drew in a breath then peered up at me with a small, lovely smile. “Thank you. Your shirt smells good.”

“It smells like me,” I said as if my brain cells had left my skull