ROSA
Six months later...
The visiting room at the federal prison wasn't where I'd imagined having Sunday dinner with my father, but we'd made it our tradition. I watched him enter, looking healthier than he had during the trial. Prison might have taken his freedom, but it had also lifted a weight from his shoulders.
"You look good, papá," I said, embracing him.
"And you look successful," he smiled, noting my tailored suit. "How's the company?"
"Profitable. Legally." I emphasized the last word with a small smile. "We've expanded the shipping business into Europe. Clean cargo only."
"And Marco? He's treating you right?"
I twisted the elegant engagement ring on my finger. "He is. Though he's still adjusting to working security for our legitimate operations instead of investigating them."
Dad chuckled. "From FBI agent to private security—quite a career change."
"Love makes us do crazy things," I said, watching his face carefully. "Like a crime boss working with the feds to protect his dau
