Twisted Bonds Read online Cora Reilly (Camorra Chronicles #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Camorra Chronicles Series by Cora Reilly
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Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
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The Outfit had Remo. Their enemy, the man who kidnapped and dishonored another man’s fiancé, Dante’s niece.

I wanted to stay hopeful but for once I only felt dread. “Nino and Savio are going to attack Outfit territory.”

Fabiano nodded. “They won’t rest until they’ve saved Remo or they know he’s dead. And even then they won’t stop.”

NINO

When we arrived at the Russo mansion in Kansas City, Stefano waited for us, looking like he hadn’t slept since his brother had been killed by Dante Cavallaro’s men. Savio and I supported Adamo who was too exhausted to walk on his own.

“I prepared a room and one of my doctors is around in case you need help,” Stefano said with a curt nod. He’d officially taken over as Underboss only two days ago and his territory was already in uproar. It was his battle to fight. If he wanted his men’s respect, he’d have to gain it by himself.

We put Adamo into one of the guest rooms, then moved into the liquor lounge with Stefano where we settled on the leather seats. “One of my Captains has been stretching out his feelers, trying to get intel on who organized the attack on the race.”

Savio’s mouth curled. “Do you really think that’s something we give a fuck about right now? We need to save our brother.”

Stefano took a sip from the Brandy and gave us a tight-lipped smile. “If you let me finish, you’ll see that it’s relevant. My man told me that you didn’t manage to crush all rats when you and Remo claimed power, Nino. Some rats left the sinking ship before you could get them, and apparently they found a new home in the Outfit.”

My eyes narrowed. Remo and I had tried to kill all of our father’s loyal men and those that weren’t loyal to anyone but themselves, but chaos had reigned in the first months of our time in Vegas. We’d wasted resources on capturing our mother and let more important men slip through our fingers. Yet, we’d hunted most of them down in the months that followed. “Who is it?”

“It’s a group of men who followed the Eneide brothers.”

“Carmine,” I muttered. Remo had cut Cosimo’s throat for parading around as a Capo for a while but Carmine had taken his leave quickly. “He led the attack?”

“He was part of the attack. They don’t have any say in the Outfit. They’re tolerated but nobody trusts turncoats.”

“Most of the information they have must be outdated, right? We changed so much since we claimed power,” Savio said.

I nodded slowly. They didn’t pose a threat to our power but they could prove to be a thorn in our sides. Eventually we’d have to rip them out.

“If you’re planning a hit on Cavallaro, I want to be in on it. My men are riled up because of my brother’s death. And to be honest, some because I’m their boss now. They want blood, and I want to give it to them, and preferably not my own.”

“You don’t want to avenge your brother?” Savio asked, downing the brandy.

“I want revenge, trust me,” Stefano said with a grim smile. “For my brother, and for being stuck in this hellhole I did my best to escape.”

Savio scoffed. “You’d rather stay our Romancer than rule over Kansas?”

“What? I’d rather fuck women who worship me in the city of sin than order around old-fashioned men twice my age who think they know everything better in this boring hick town? What do you think?”

“I think you need to focus on the task at hand,” I said firmly. “I want information on every possible place they could take my brother. I want intel on every MC chapter in Cavallaro’s territory.”

Stefano took a sip of his whisky, pulled out his phone and called his Captains.

Savio and I studied the map of Dante’s territory that Fabiano had prepared for us. We couldn’t rest until a plan was in place to save our brother.

Savio and I had been trying to come up with a viable option to save Remo all night but with our limited information about his whereabouts we didn’t have much to work with. Adamo had been sent off with our plane to Las Vegas, where he’d be safer than being so close to Outfit territory. He needed to heal, physically and emotionally before he should get involved in any fights.

My phone rang and the number from the Sugar Trap flashed on the screen. It was unusual for them to call me when they could talk to Fabiano who was closer, so I picked up. “What’s up? We’re busy here.”

“I know, I’m sorry, boss. A woman claiming she was Serafina called and wanted to talk to you specifically, said it was urgent.”

It took my brain a moment to process his words. “Did she give you her number?”


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