The devil's bride

get a GOO

match and brings it to the finely cut tip. The cherry catches and glows orange before he drops the match into the ashtray perched on the s

more like a fun uncle in the beginning, I suppose. But when my real father and mother died when I was barely

life and used his influence-and his wealth-to get Claudia and I into Knightsblood University, and Bianca i

as Vito's personal tailor. Given Don Barone's sense of style and love of fashion, my father was over a lot. So it never f

eath as if she were their own flesh and blood. I know they'd give their

. That's your soluti

im and resist the urge to chuckle at the sixty-five-yea

l tried to impress upon him the concept of skin cancer. Whenever we do, though, Vi

cally small speedo like the one he's currently wearing. That is, until New York continued to grow around him, and his newer n

y dangerous mafia dons bow to the pressures o

pot for sunning himsel

e the speed

arm enough to be sunbathing, I'm dressed in white linen

ut as casua

akers and t-shirts are for the gym. I

r tailor Bruno Belluci's son. But it was honed under Vito's fashionable eye and taste

piece might certainly make your life a little

between my birth father and my adoptive one. B

ine Vito not talking like a sailor about fucking, genitals, and

ll consider it." "Do. It s

a pretty good understanding of the...I suppose you

ch other's brains out the other half of the time. I don't know- and can't imagine a world where I'd need to know-the details of whatever their "arrangement" wa

? What did she think of a side

ht about it very much at all. She was too busy fucking

rt a

ues, holding his hands easily a foot apart from each othe

be I'll need to hi

skin: a feeling somewhere between anger and revulsion tha

Listen. I obviously don't know her that well, but even I can tell it take

ything," I grunt. "She and

ly a very foolish man would walk into this thinking he'd neve

er. "She can do whatever the fuck she wants, for

en lived with a woman," Vito grins. I

retching as he leans back

dge your gift

ixed it, he had one of his people send the fucking package over to Tempest anyway on

to me and lowers his shades again

't like people putting words in my

is eyes, shoving his cigar back be

r mouth, Matteo. It's simply customary to gift a ring at a time like this

r who dresses like she's fronting a grunge band,

o Tempest. From me. Which she promptly sen

me together with a claw h

t ta

y girl, no?" "

prefer the sort of woman

oman who doesn't trick

ides, you know damn well

it where I eat. Club Venom is my busi

and complains about being hungry," V

omplaining." "That's all y

nuts back at your penthouse and risk the wr

turning to eye me. "It could be much worse than Tempest Black,

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