Twisted Cravings (The Camorra Chronicles 6)

Adamo smirked. “Nice try. I want a sign of you being mine for everyone to see.”

“You’ll be mine too, remember?”

“I don’t want to forget.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “No ring. But if you have a better suggestion, I might be open for it.”

Adamo thought about it for a while before a grin spread on his face. He still managed to look like a boyish daredevil when he gave me that look. “How about we get a wedding tattoo? Nino could do the design and inking.”

My brows rose in surprise. I actually liked the idea. “Why not? At least that way we can’t lose it.”

“Perfect.”

“You realize we can’t have a big celebration, right?” The Camorra and Bratva still barely tolerated each other, and so far Adamo’s and my unusual relationship hadn’t caused my father any trouble, but a wedding feast that involved both our families might change that.

Adamo shrugged. “I don’t really care about a big party. This is about us. For all I care, it can only be you and I, and it would be the perfect wedding.”

“We could marry in one of those chapels in Vegas. You know, the ones where Elvis seals the bond.”

Adamo obviously had to stifle laughter. “Not Elvis, but we can marry in a chapel in Vegas if that’s what you want.”

“It would fit, don’t you think?”

Adamo dropped his forehead against mine, smiling crookedly. “A girl who hates Valentine’s Day, who hates rings and who doesn’t want a nerve-racking wedding feast. I’m pretty sure you were heaven sent.”

“I seriously doubt it. If anything, heaven dropped me on earth because I didn’t behave.”

“I like it when you don’t behave,” Adamo murmured.

“I know.” I pulled him on top of me.

A week later, Dinara and I traveled to Las Vegas to spend a few days with my brothers and their families, and tell them about our decision. Of course, the second we announced our plan to marry, Kiara already fantasized about planning the wedding.

Dinara gave me a panicked look, so I spoke up before my sisters-in-law called a wedding planner. “Dinara and I don’t want to celebrate. We just want to elope in a chapel around here. No big deal.”

“Oh,” Kiara mumbled, exchanging a look with the other women.

“You realize you’re breaking quite a few hearts here, right?” Remo said, but he looked like he didn’t care. He’d never been one for the big celebrations, and probably wouldn’t have had any kind of wedding ceremony if Serafina hadn’t wanted it.

“For us, it’s not about the celebration, it’s about the promise we give each other,” Dinara said carefully.

“Considering the difficulty of having your family and ours under one roof, your decision is wise,” Nino said.

Dinara nodded quickly. “Yes, that’s another reason why we didn’t want to make a big deal of it. It’s just for us.”

“We don’t want a ring either,” I said. “Instead we want you to create wedding tattoos for us.”

Savio flashed Nino a grin. “Then you’ll have tattooed almost every member of our family. It’s becoming a heart-warming tradition.”

I scoffed. “A bull tattoo over your dick isn’t the most heart-warming sign.”

Savio sent Gemma a cocky look. “The sight of my bull always warms Gemma’s panties and heart, right?” She punched his abs, causing him to grunt.

“I hope you don’t want your wedding tattoos in similarly shady places,” Nino said dryly.

Dinara laughed.

“Don’t worry,” I said.

“When are you going to marry?” Kiara asked. I could tell she was bummed about not getting to organize a big wedding.

“Tomorrow,” Dinara and I said at the same time.

Kiara smiled hopefully. “Can we be there?”

Nino touched her shoulder.

“I think the lovebirds want to be alone,” Remo said.

I nodded. “We really don’t want to make a big deal out of it.” Inviting my family to the wedding wouldn’t go over well with Grigory, and there was no way we could have him at the ceremony in Vegas without causing a major scandal, and most likely bloodbath.

“At least, have someone record the ceremony,” Kiara begged.

“I think there’s a package we can book that includes photos and even a video,” Dinara said. “I could check.” She pulled out her phone but Remo waved her off.

“They are going to take photos and record everything if you ask them to. You’ll be a Falcone.”

Dinara and I exchanged a look.

“Actually,” I said. “Dinara will keep her name. Like we said, we just want to marry as a sign for us, not for outward appearances.”

“That’s reasonable given the situation with Grigory,” Nino drawled.

I laughed. “I knew you’d agree.”

Kiara shook her head, looking honestly disturbed. “You two are the least romantic people I know. Nino at least pretends to be romantic for my sake.”

“At least, they both don’t have a romantic bone in their body,” Serafina said.

Dinara shrugged. “Our idea of romance is sharing a beer on a car hood after kicking each other’s ass during a race.”