Remo’s kiss was violent, harsh. Then he pulled back. “Marry me.”
I froze. It had been an order. Remo wasn’t a man who asked for anything. I leaned back against the wall slowly, searching his eyes.
He didn’t let me retreat. He kissed me again but gentler. “Marry me, Angel.”
It still wasn’t a question, but his voice wasn’t dominant anymore. It was soft, compelling, raw. “Become a Falcone?” I murmured against his lips.
“Become a Falcone. Become mine.”