Twisted Pride (The Camorra Chronicles Book 3)

“Fuck the pain. I want you in my arms.”

whispered words of sweet nothings

A soft nothing that felt like fucking everything.

myself broken. They had declared me as such,

None of them had ever asked if I considered my

“Not one fucking bit. I’d kidnap you again to be the one you gift yourself to. You could have never been mine if I hadn’t stolen you

I’d sent Samuel a few messages, telling him I was safe and asking if he was okay. He hadn’t replied yet but I knew he’d read the messages

I held up my phone. “I thought you’d like to see photos of Nevio and Greta.”

“I’d like that

I had tried to keep my distance from Remo so far, only visited him twice so our twins could get used to his presence, and I knew he wasn’t happy with it

It was still difficult to grasp what had happened these last three days. I’d left my family, Samuel, to live in Las Vegas with the man who kidnapped me and his family who helped him do it. But with every passing hour, I realized it had been the right decision for my children and maybe even for me. The moment Remo saw his babies, a knot in my chest loosened, a knot that had strangled me since he released me, only to be pulled tighter when Greta and Nevio were born. They belonged here.