Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles #5)(91)

Gemma narrowed her eyes at me in the mirror then her gaze slipped lower and she dropped the barbell with a clang. My wandering thought had had a visible effect on my groin area. Even my workout shorts couldn’t hide my dick.

Gemma’s face turned red then she straightened with a huff. I shrugged and went over to her. “Come on, Gem,” I said in a low voice. “Is it really so bad that the sight of you bending over gives me a hard-on?”

She pursed her lips, too stubborn to tell the truth.





I’d never admit that it gave me a thrill to know that I turned on Savio like that. Of course, his smirk said he knew exactly what I was thinking. He cupped my face and kissed me possessively. I stood on my tiptoes, my palms pressing against his sweaty, muscled chest.

Savio’s kisses were addicting and I was the junkie that couldn’t resist its favorite drug. Slowly his lips traveled south, licking and nibbling my throat in a tantalizing way that sent spears of desire through my entire body.

He sucked at my skin until the teasing prickling turned into a dull pain. I gasped from the mix of pain and pleasure. He pulled back with a satisfied grin and my hand flew up to touch the throbbing spot. “Did you give me a hickey?” I whispered in a voice I hardly recognized.

“You are mine, and I like seeing proof of it on your body.”

I was torn between shoving him away and pulling him in for another kiss. The decision was taken from me when Nino stepped in, followed by Fabiano. I quickly took a step back from Savio, heat shooting into my head at what they might have seen or heard.

Nino’s cold gray eyes flitted from his brother to me and he tilted his head in greeting, “If we’re interrupting anything, we can work out somewhere else.”

“No,” I blurted.

Fabiano’s eyes lingered on my throat and I pressed my fingers to the spot. “Good morning, Gemma.” His voice was restrained politeness. He was like a brother to Savio, but I knew even less about him than about Nino, Remo, and Adamo—except for the fact that he was Enforcer like my brother and had beaten up Toni’s dad.

I gave him a tense smile. He exchanged a look with Savio before he headed for the bench press while Nino began to do muscle-ups. None of them wore shirts, unabashed about their bodies like Savio.

Savio picked up his barbell and did a round of deadlifts, then motioned for me to finish my last round.

Neither Fabiano nor Nino were paying any attention to me, at least not outwardly, focused on their workout, but I still felt under scrutiny. I was an intruder in their tight-knit family. It would take time for me to prove myself, not just to them, but also to Savio.

After our workout, all four of us headed to the kitchen. Savio, Fabiano and Nino talked about a few clubs and their rentability. I was too nervous about my first day in the Falcone mansion to focus on it though. Despite Savio’s reassuring hand on my back when we entered the kitchen, I felt on display. The entire family had already taken their seats around the big kitchen table, except for Adamo.

Savio nudged me toward them. Kiara gave me a bright smile, her eyes kind. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“Starving,” I admitted.

“Then have a seat.”

Savio sank down and pulled out the chair beside him. The conversation picked up around me, for which I was incredibly grateful. Kiara filled my plate and I ate my scrambled eggs in silence, trying to pretend I didn’t notice the occasional curious glance.

“Why’s she here?” blurted Nevio after a few minutes of staring at me.

Serafina made a shush noise and gave me an apologetic smile. I stifled laughter. “I’m Savio’s wife.”

Nevio gave me an uncomprehending look.

“That’s how we felt when we found out Savio was considering marriage,” Remo said dryly.

I chanced a glance at him, trying to decide if he’d been against the bond, but his expression was the hard mask I knew.

Savio spread his arms. “Hey, I’m a good husband.”

I snorted, couldn’t help myself, then flushed when everyone looked my way.

Serafina laughed, and soon Kiara and Leona fell in.

“Didn’t leave the impression you wanted, hmm?” Serafina asked Savio. Realizing what she was referring to, I cringed. We never talked about sex at home.

“Maybe he’s losing his touch,” Fabiano suggested.

Savio raised his brows. “Don’t worry about my touch. It’s satisfactory.”

“Leave him be. His blue balls make him irritable,” Remo said.

My eyes widened.

Serafina elbowed her husband. “Stop it.”

Savio leaned in, squeezing my thigh. “Don’t let my brothers rile you up, Gem. You have to get used to their inappropriate humor.”

I could see that. It would definitely take some getting used to.

Adamo stumbled into the kitchen, looking sleepy and completely disheveled. The attention focused on him and I relaxed. Savio squeezed my leg again. “I’ll give you a tour of the house after breakfast so you get to know your home.”

I could have kissed him right then. Sometimes he annoyed me, and it was easy to cling to my anger for what he’d done in the past, but then he did something like this and I wondered if it wouldn’t be easier to forgive and forget.




After breakfast, we made our way back to the bedroom where we showered, separately to Savio’s disappointment. “Ready for the tour?” Savio asked when I stepped out of the bathroom.