Resultados para "The Misfits" en Negra y suspense

I always knew marriage for me would never be to a man of my choosing. As a young girl, I was all too aware of the power I wielded in a world where men were supposed to be the superior gender. To the underworld, I was just a mafia princess. To my family, I was an equal. To my soon-to-be husband? Well, that was yet to be determined. But I prayed Enzo Bianchi was ready for me because I was damn sure prepared for him.

Gaia Wilson: I wanted nothing to do with him. His eyes were lifeless. His demeanor cold. His actions too harsh. Ricardo Carter wasn't the kind of man you fell in love with—he was the kind you ran from. Ricardo "Rocco" Carter: I wanted everything to do with her. Her eyes were full of life. Her demeanor soft. Her actions thoughtful. Gaia Wilson was the kind of woman you fell in love with—she was the kind you ran toward.

The first time I heard her name, my cold heart warmed. The first time I saw her face, a switch inside me flipped on. The first time I heard her speak, she became my voice of reason. I wanted to know her… Learn her… Love her… She was my new obsession.

Gianna Bianchi reminded me of everything I am not—polite and poised. The perfect mafia princess according to old-school standards. She was the type of woman you stayed away from, the kind meant to wed the head of a family. I wanted her. I wanted to possess her. Control her. Most of all, I wanted to love her.

I chose to believe in fate. Akira Wright was the love of my life, but I wasn't so sure we were meant to be together in this lifetime. She'd been in her most vulnerable state when our paths first crossed. A bond I thought was strong enough to convince her she'd always been meant for me was forged, but in the end, I had to walk away, and she let me.

My family was my driving force. Everything I did was to uphold the Moretti name, to prove to my father that he could step down in peace. But I was hiding my true nature behind an easy smile and forced control. Then, I met her, and she wanted me whole, not part of me, but all of me. Galina Whitlock hadn’t been what I was searching for, but she was the redemption I never knew I needed.