Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles Book 5)

by Cora Reilly

  “What are you doing?” Diego asked, eyeing my brother’s hands on Gemma’s belly.

  Nino cocked an eyebrow. “Making sure she stays alive. Back off.”

  Diego nodded and crawled to Gemma’s head, stroking her hair. “Gemma, can you hear me?”

  “Don’t move her yet,” Nino said.

  I took Gemma’s hand, linking our fingers. They twitched. Then her lashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes, fixing me with those stunning olive irises. Confusion showed on her face. She glanced from me to Diego who looked a teary mess.

  She frowned. “Diego, what’s—” Realization flashed in her eyes. “Nonna?” Her voice was small, bringing out my protective side. There were so many things I wanted to tell her.

  Diego closed his eyes and gave a small shake of his head. Tears gathered in Gemma’s eyes. “Where’s Dad?”

  Diego didn’t react, but got up and turned his back to us, covering his face with his hands. Gemma looked at me, her eyes two pools of misery. “Savio?”

  I squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry, Gem.”

  She shook her head in denial, then winced, her eyes going out of focus for a moment. She tried to push up into a sitting position, but I grabbed her shoulders, stopping her. “Careful. We don’t know how bad your injuries are.”

  Tears slid out of her eyes, and the sight of them trailing down her cheeks cut me deeply. I promised myself to never be responsible for them again.

  “Let me take a look at your head,” Nino said. Slowly he and I brought Gemma into a sitting position. I steadied her with an arm around her shoulders, feeling her shake.

  Gemma flinched when Nino touched the back of her head.

  “Say something,” I said to Nino.

  “She’s got a concussion. I don’t think it’s more than that.” He held a finger in front of her eyes and moved it slowly. “You should have a head scan just to be sure.”

  Gemma shook her head, grimacing. “I’m fine.”

  “Gem, being tough is honorable, but don’t be unreasonable. A head injury isn’t a joke.”

  “I need to see Nonna and Dad.”

  I looked toward Nino and he gave a small nod. I stood and helped Gemma to her feet. She swayed slightly, causing me to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her against me. She leaned into me, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder. That she didn’t push me away after how much of an asshole I’d been showed how bad it was.

  Diego still hadn’t moved. He clutched the kitchen counter with closed eyes.

  “Diego?” Gemma asked softly.

  His shoulders tensed then slowly, he turned to us with red eyes. “Give me a moment, Gemma. Go ahead.” He looked me in the eye. “Will you keep her safe?”

  Fuck, yes. From this day on, I’d make sure she was protected at all times. “Sure.” He nodded then returned to staring at the kitchen counter.

  I led Gemma toward her nonna. She grasped my hand in a crushing grip as we stood over her nonna’s body. Someone had closed her eyes. Gemma twitched in my hold. Silent tears still rolled down her pale skin, caught on her full lips.

  She looked up. “My dad?”

  “Are you sure you want to see him?”

  She tried to shake me off but I tightened my hold. “All right. I’ll take you to him, but he’s been hit by more bullets than your nonna.”

  Gemma swallowed, resolved. We stepped through the swinging door into the restaurant. Daniele’s eyes were closed as well. Yet, he looked less peaceful than Gemma’s grandma. His expression was frozen with determination and his body littered with wounds.

  Gemma tore from my embrace and stumbled toward him. For a moment, she simply stared down at him, then she began to sob. Every single sob wracked her body, shook her shoulders. She sank to her knees beside her dad, pressing her palms against his chest as if she hoped for a heartbeat.

  “Fuck, Gem,” I said gently as I crouched beside her and touched her shoulder.

  She shook her head. “Dad, please.” Slowly she pulled away, then looked at her palms now covered in his blood. Her clothes and hair were already soaked with her and the Russian’s blood.

  She began quivering, her wide-eyed gaze hitting me. “Savio…”

  “Shhh,” I crooned, touching her cheek.

  She threw herself against my chest, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist. I almost lost my balance, but then I tightened my hold on her. Her body vibrated with her crying. I hugged her and pressed my cheek against her hair. Maybe I should have said something, consoled her. Words never failed me, but now I couldn’t come up with a single thing to say. Nothing that wouldn’t sound empty or like a goddamn Hallmark card.

  For a long time, she only cried. Nino walked past us to let the arriving soldiers in. Soon the room was filled with our men, who kept their distance to Gemma and me.

  Nino gave me a sign that indicated he needed space to search the entire restaurant for proof. His face remained emotionless as usual.

  I stood, taking Gemma with me, who still clung to me.

  “What about Mom and Carlotta?” She sniffled as she peered up at me so fucking scared, I wanted to kill every Bratva fucker in the country.

  “They are at home. Diego called them on our way here.”

  Relief followed by dread filled Gemma’s face. “Does… does Mom know?”

  “Not yet.”

  “Oh God.” Gemma pressed a hand over her mouth, horrified. “What are we going to do now? Without Dad? How’s Mom going to pay the bills for Carlotta? How are we going to get by without Dad? Without the restaurants?”

  “I will take care of all of you,” Diego said.

  He stood near the swinging door as if he couldn’t bring himself to come closer to his father.

  Remo stepped into the restaurant from the kitchen, dragging the Russian behind him. The man was twitching but still unconscious. “I’m going to take him to the Sugar Trap.”

  “I’ll take Gemma home with me. That way, you can check on her, Nino, and she’ll be safe,” I said.

  Diego didn’t even protest, which showed how distraught he was. “I’ll head home to check on Mom and Carlotta.”

  “I already sent a few men over just in case, as well as the pastor,” Nino said.

  Diego nodded, then glanced at the Russian before his eyes locked with mine. “You and I, Savio?”

  I nodded. Remo handed Diego his car keys. “Here, take my car and check on your mother and sister.” Finally, he walked over to his dad before he rushed outside.

  Wrapping an arm around Gemma’s waist, I led her toward my car. She seemed in a state of shock, judging from the way her teeth were shattering and the zoned-out look in her eyes. She slumped in the backseat and closed her eyes. She didn’t say anything on our drive to the mansion. Nino had said she needed to lie down for a while. He’d later check on her again. She followed me inside, leaning heavily on me. Kiara and Serafina sent us worried glances as I led Gemma past the common room.

  Once upstairs, I helped her toward my bathroom. I handed her a pair of my sweatpants and the smallest shirt I owned. “Can you shower?”

  She nodded but still didn’t say anything.

  I left the door ajar when I returned to the bedroom to hear if she passed out, then I sank down on the bed. For a moment, I stared blankly in the direction of the bathroom, then I fell back, closing my eyes. My pulse was still too fast and the tight sensation in my chest was only slowly lifting.

  Gemma emerged fifteen minutes later. My sweatpants hung low on her hips and my white-tee showed off the fact that Gemma wasn’t wearing a bra. I tore my eyes away from her chest and returned my gaze to the ceiling.

  She surprised me by crawling into bed with me. She looked small and scared. Slowly, I rolled over until I was facing her.

  “What’s going to happen now?”

  First, I was going to dismember the Russian, then I’d burn the remaining Bratva fuckers out of their hole-ups in our territory.

  That wasn’t something I could share with Ge
mma, though, and it wasn’t really what she’d been asking.

  “Diego’s working hard, but he can’t rebuild the restaurant, manage the Capri and earn enough money as an Enforcer to pay for Carlotta’s bills.”

  “Gem,” I said quietly. “My brothers and I own the West. We have more money than we can ever spend. Your family sure as hell won’t run out of money. No matter how much money you need, I’ll give it to you.”

  The look in her eyes was like a punch in the stomach. “What do you want in return?”

  “Fuck,” I breathed. “You think I’d want you to sleep with me, so I’ll help your family and baby sister?”

  She only looked at me with those forlorn olive eyes. I moved a bit closer. “I’m not that much of an asshole, Gem. I’d never do that,” I said fiercely.

  She let out a teary laugh. The sound inexplicably tore at me. “You aren’t?”

  “Fuck. I deserve that, don’t I? I was an asshole, I’ll admit it.”

  “Yes, you were.” She leaned in, bringing us closer, drawing in a deep breath. “Does that mean you won’t be an asshole anymore?”

  I nuzzled her neck without thinking about it. I just wanted, needed to be close to her. Less than an hour ago, I’d thought she was dead, and that had gutted me like nothing ever had before. “A tricky question. Assholery is in my DNA and has a penchant of coming out in unfortunate moments. It’s the infamous foot in mouth disease I suffer from.”

  Gemma laughed, almost a happy sound. She slid even closer and lifted her face. I could feel her warmth, smell her sweet breath, and the shea butter she always used to moisturize. A very dangerous, very tempting position. And fuck the look on Gemma’s face was gasoline for the fucking fire of my desire for her.

  She was sad and scared, and wanted distraction. And fuck, my specialty was distracting girls, give them a good time, make them forget their boyfriends, responsibilities and even annoyance with me. But this was Gemma.

  “You hurt me,” she breathed.

  “I won’t hurt you like that ever again.”

  It was a promise I’d do my fucking best to keep.

  She snuggled closer, her fingers splaying out on my hip, her olive eyes wide and hopeful, those kissable lips parted. “I want to forget.”

  “Gem, don’t rely on me doing the honorable thing. My moral compass is out of whack, especially with your gorgeous body pressed up to mine.”

  It wasn’t even desire that made me want to act on her offer. I just wanted to be with her. Fuck, this was new.

  “Kiss me. I want to feel something else than this pain.” She shuddered. “Please, Savio, make me forget.”

  Screw it. Who was I to deny her? Cupping her face, I kissed her lightly, fully determined to leave it at a chaste kiss, but Gemma’s scent and the warmth radiating from her was too much for my non-existent self-control. My tongue stroked along her lips, tasting the saltiness of tears, and something sweeter. Unable to resist, I parted her and dipped my tongue into her mouth.

  Fuck, even the hints of saltiness didn’t change the fact that she tasted like perfection. Like a goddamn salted caramel toffee. I wanted to devour her whole. My tongue dove in, tasted every corner of that perfect mouth, teased her tongue until she played along. Her fingers dug into my hip and neck, pulling me closer.

  I rolled on top of her, settling between her legs, giving her what she wanted. For a moment, she stilled, but then she kissed me even harder.

  I slid my hand lower and hooked it under her thigh, lifting one leg over my back so I could bring us even closer, every inch of our bodies flush together. The moment I did, Gemma’s kiss became hesitant, her body tenser, and my senses started returning.

  I remembered her words, the promise she gave to her nonna, her convictions. Gemma had told me countless times that she wanted to wait until marriage.

  Gemma would hate herself and me, if I took this further. She panted, her chest rising, pressing her breasts against me.

  Good Lord, what kind of test was this?

  I closed my eyes and released a harsh breath, trying to remain still so my dick didn’t accidentally brush up against her thigh again and blast the last shreds of my resolve.

  The moment I opened my eyes, any horny thought fled my mind. Gemma was biting her lower lip, crying. I kissed away the tears. “Is this because of the kissing?”

  Gemma looked at me, confused.

  “Because you wanted your first kiss in church.” Personally, I thought having your first kiss in front of hundreds of guests was a bad idea, but I didn’t understand the whole chastity thing anyway.

  I touched her cheek. “Gem?”

  “No,” she said hoarsely. “I just realized that Dad can’t walk me down to the altar.” She started shaking and harsh sobs burst out of her. I rolled off her and pulled her in my arms, rubbing her back.

  She cried against my throat, big gasping wails that rocked through her body.

  After a few minutes, she quieted and then became soft in my hold. I leaned back and peered down at her tear-stained face. She had fallen asleep. I gently moved away and after pressing a kiss to her forehead, I got out of bed. My shirt was soaked with tears and stained with Gemma’s makeup. I dragged the fabric over my head and dropped it on the ground.

  I left my room without a shirt and headed downstairs. Maybe my brother had an update on the Bratva situation.

  I ran across Kiara on her way to the kitchen. “Where’s Gemma?”

  “In my bed.”

  Kiara looked at my naked chest, worried. “Please tell me you didn’t sleep with her, Savio. She’s vulnerable after what happened today.”

  “Of course not.” I was starting to grow annoyed. “Where are my brothers?”

  “Gaming room.”

  I left her standing there and headed toward the common area. Like Kiara had said, I found Nino and Remo in the living area, probably going over counterstrikes. They looked my way.

  “How’s she?” Nino asked.

  “Good.”

  Remo raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me—”

  “No, I didn’t fuck her for God’s sake!”

  “You’ve unleashed your bull in unfortunate situations before,” Remo said.

  Ignoring him, I walked over to them and sank down on the sofa. “Gemma is my fiancée.”

  Remo shrugged.

  My phone beeped with a message from Diego. “Diego’s on his way here.”

  Nino nodded, then got up. “Fabiano went ahead to the Sugar Trap. He’s waiting for you and Diego to begin with the Russian. As soon as Diego’s here, you should head there. The sooner we get information out of the Bratva soldier, the better.”

  Remo nodded grimly. “I’ll come along as well. Nino will stay here and keep an eye on the women and children.”

  “Will you check on Gemma later? She’s asleep.”

  Nino narrowed his eyes in thought. “Given her head injury, I don’t think she should sleep.”

  “I can wake her,” I said.

  Nino shook his head. “I’ll go up there in a few minutes and check on her reflexes and light sensitivity levels.”

  The bell at the gate rang. I jogged toward the door and after checking the security camera, I pressed the button so Diego could drive on the premises.

  Diego looked a mess when he stepped into the mansion. I could only imagine how his mother had reacted to the news of losing her husband and Nonna. Carlotta was probably still too young to understand the situation. He glanced around. “Where’s Gemma?”

  “In my room.”

  Without warning, Diego lunged at me, aiming a punch toward my face. I blocked him with my forearm and we both tumbled to the floor. Diego landed on top of me. I tried to shove him off and he punched my cheek. Growling, I bucked my hips, throwing him off and rammed my fists into his stomach, then another uppercut against his chin.

  We struggled, but eventually, I knelt over Diego and held him by the collar. He was panting. “What the fuck is wrong with you, man?”

  “Yo
u are such a bastard. I trusted you with my sister and you don’t hesitate to take her into your bed. She’s broken up over Nonna and Dad, and you use her.”

  “Fuck, why does everyone think I’m that much of an asshole?” I released him and staggered to my feet. “I didn’t touch Gemma, you idiot. I respect her and you too much.” I chose not to mention that unfortunate kiss. It would do nothing good.

  Diego wiped his bloody mouth. “You didn’t sleep with her?”

  I gave him the finger, then held out my hand. “I didn’t, and I won’t until we have the blessing of the holy church.”

  Diego allowed me to pull him to his feet then winced and held his ribs. Nino came over and felt them. “Nothing broken.”

  Diego looked around before his gaze halted on Remo. “I’m sorry Capo for disrespecting your home.”

  Remo waved him off. “You have suffered losses today.” He paused. “But next time you consider starting a fight in my home, remember I have children and nephews that don’t need to see something like that.”

  Diego nodded and his shoulders slumped. He looked twice his age. I touched his shoulder. “How are your mother and Carlotta?”

  “Carlotta is too young to understand anything. She won’t even remember our father but my mother…” He swallowed and straightened. “We’ll get through this together.”

  I gave Remo a look. He tilted his head. “Your father died for our cause, Diego.”

  Diego pressed his lips together. I knew him well enough to see he was fighting with himself.

  “The Camorra takes care of the families of their soldiers. We will provide for you and your family until your sisters are out of the house.”

  Diego shook his head. “That’s a generous offer, but I’m going to provide for my family.”

  Diego earned good money as a soldier, especially now that he had started as an Enforcer, but if he intended to take over the restaurants, his share of the Camorra pie would be smaller, not to mention that he had four mouths to feed including himself. And Carlotta’s bills were on another level.

  “Pride is an honorable thing, but don’t be stupid,” I growled.

  “No,” Diego said firmly. “We can’t accept that much money. We’ll take what every other family would have gotten, not a dollar more.”