Kiss Me (Kiss of Death Book 2) by LP Lovell

Author:LP Lovell [Lovell, LP]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-03-20T04:00:00+00:00

17

Una

“I need to know everything,” I say as we sit in yet more New York traffic.

He sighs, pushing back into his seat and bracing his hand against the steering wheel. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“Cesare.”

He glances at me, releasing a long breath as his dark eyes fix on mine. “He’s a strong leader, ruling with a combination of fear and respect. He’s of the old ways.”

“The mafia do love their traditions,” I mumble.

He smirks. “The traditions hamper him.”

“Women and children?”

He nods. “Amongst other things. When he came to me at the Hamptons house, he expressed his… distaste for you.”

I laugh. “Nero, I’m Russian. I might as well be the antichrist.”

He drums his fingers over the steering wheel, a small smirk pulling at his lips. “He wants me to marry a good Italian woman.”

I wasn’t ready for that. My chest tightens slightly and I glance out the window, trying to dislodge the uncomfortable feeling. “You’ll have to at some point,” I say quietly. I’d never really thought about it until now, but of course he would. The mafia are all about keeping the bloodlines pure, extending their legacy and protecting their women, their Italian women. A good marriage would be strategically and politically wise. I know this. It’s the rational, strong thing to do, so why am I annoyed at the idea?

“Morte.” His fingers brush over my thigh and I close my eyes, swallowing heavily before I turn to face him. He’s pulled over on the side of the busy street and is staring straight at me. His gaze is so intense, so captivating. “I’m Nero Verdi,” he says arrogantly. “I take what I want.” He grips my jaw, his hold hard and unrelenting. “And I sure as shit don’t want a fucking good woman. I want you, my vicious little butterfly.”

His expression is hard and almost angry as we stare at each other. “Nero, you are the underboss. There are rules and customs you cannot simply walk away from.” I whisper.

“I can and I will.”

I choke. “Be serious.” He lives for power, pursues it with a bloodlust like no other. To go against the mafia on this… “You can’t give up everything you worked for just because I’m having your baby.” I sigh. “This isn’t…we’re just us, okay? No promises. No attachment. We can’t—”

“Morte.” His eyes drop to my lips as his hold softens, his thumb stroking over my jaw. “I love you.”

All the breath leaves my lungs and I can’t speak. Love. Weakness. Vulnerability. I don’t want to weaken Nero, but I think I love him in as much capacity as I have, and as much as it terrifies me, it doesn’t make me feel weak. The complete opposite. I’m never stronger than when I’m standing next to him. I feel the power in his words almost instantly. I feel the sheer exhilaration of being loved by a man like Nero. It wraps around me like a steel blanket, impenetrable and warm, and I feel invincible under the weight of it.

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