Remo Falcone személy

„I never thought I'd find a woman I wouldn't want to kill after a few hours.”

„Your pride will be your downfall,” I said.
„And your fury will be yours.”
„Then we'll fall together. Isn't that the beginning of every tragic love story?” My mouth twisted at the word. What a waste of energy. Our mother had loved our father. (…)
„We won't have a love story. Not a tragic one, not a sad one, and definitely not a happy one. You can have my hatred,” Serafina said fiercely.
„I'll take it,” I murmured. „Hatred is so much stronger than love.”

„I'm fairly sure God designed your body to drive men into insanity,” Remo said darkly.
Stifling the excited thrill Remo's words sent through me, I retorted, „You believe in God?”
„No. I don't. But looking at you, I could turn into a believer.”
I huffed. „There's a cozy warm place in Hell reserved just for you.”

Remo tilted his head. “In the past, the king had the right of the first night.”
“Ius primae noctis.”
“Maybe I should establish something like that in Vegas.” Remo chuckled, his eyes scanning the crowd for suitable women. “Bring all your virgins so I can break them.”

“Genius and insanity are often interchangeable. Both have fueled the greatest events in human history.”

„What is your definiton of sanity?” I asked. „Societ regards neither you or nor I as sane. We are psychopaths because we enjoy killing. Or are you trying to tell me you feel guilty when you torture and kill?”
Luca shrugged. „Maybe we are psychopaths, but you and Remo make most psychopaths look sane.”

Luca's mouth curled in distaste as he regarded my brother. „I won't give a woman to you in marriage, Remo. I don't trust you one bit. You are too fucking crazy for my taste.”
„I'm not the one who will marry. It's my brother Nino, and you will find that he's absolutely in control himself. Look at him. Doesn't he look like every mother-in-law's dream?”

I could feel every inch of his strong, muscled body against mine, but my eyes couldn't focus on anything but the blood on his skin, dripping from the cut I had inflicted. He pressed two fingers to my throat, feeling my erratic pulse. „Still in the grasp of panic, hmm?”
I swallowed. He pulled away and stood. Then he bent over me. „You are safe in your weakest moments, Angel. I don't enjoy breaking the weak. I will break you when you are strong”

“You can eat my pizza if you are still hungry,” I suggested.
Four heads turned my way.
“There’s nothing dead on it,” Savio said.
“We can change that in a heartbeat,” Nino said dryly.
“I’m sure there are a couple of limbs you don’t need,” Remo added, exchanging a smirk with Nino.

Vigyázat! Felnőtt tartalom.

“I would like to dance with my niece now,” Uncle Durant said to Remo(…)
Remo turned his gaze to my uncle, but he didn’t let go of me. “I can’t allow that unfortunately. My brother wants her back at his side.”
“It’s tradition in the Famiglia,” Uncle Durant said. “Maybe you don’t care about traditions over in Vegas, but here we do.”
Remo’s lips pulled wider, and I realized then that his smiles for me had been genuine; he was being nice. This smile had a sinister feel to it. “We honor our traditions as well. In Vegas, it’s tradition that I cut out the tongues of people who annoy the fuck out of me. If you insist on your traditions, I will have to insist on mine. And your tongue will look good in my collection.”