As I write this review I keep going over the book in my head. All of the wonderful that took place. This book was so great! We all know how we were gutted last time we had a book with Sergio, and I want sure if my heart was quite ready for this one.
He went through hell. His life exploded. His wife died. The color in his world was gone.
Val. He has to do what he has to do, and today, that is getting a new wife and securing the families. He doesn't have a choice, blood in, no out.
Val ives a simple life. She works with her uncles in their stores and has no adventure in her life sans her novels. They are her escape. She wont ever get her prince charming, so the books will have to do.
Until everything explodes and the life she knew is ripped from her. Nothing she ever knew will be the same again.
Moving past something like Sergio experienced is something that takes time. Its something that everyone processes differently. For him, it was a long battle that involved guns, hate, and self loathing.
This novel surface the cracks in my heart that we got with Elude and then mended it little by little. By the end I had that big huge grin on my face that we get with any RVD novel. Empire was brilliant.
You get the sorrow. You get the broken. You also get the healing and the joy. The funny and the love.
I have lost everything.
Death knocks on my door, I want to answer, but every time I reach for the handle--the promise I made her, brings me back.
So I breathe.
And I allow the anger to boil beneath the surface of a perfectly indifferent facade.
I am broken, I dont want to be fixed.
One last trip to New York, one last chance to redeem a lost part of the mafia family. The Empire is crumbling and it's my job to fix it, my job to mend the pieces that were scattered over thirty years ago.
The only issue is, the only way to fix, is to do something I swore I'd never do again.
An arranged marriage.
Only this time.
I won't fall.
Or so help me God, I'll kill her myself.
My name is Sergio Abandanoto, you think you know my pain, my suffering, my anger, my hate--you have no idea.
I am the mafia.
I am the darkness.
Blood in. No out.