46: Who's hungry?

Pov: Andre

Seven days, that was how long Bianca had been living with me. That was how long I had been seriously contemplating on asking her to be my wife.

Even though she hadn't tried to leave again, I couldn't help the irrational icy panic that set off in my chest at the thought of her slipping from my hands and escaping my grasps.

My father's birthday was in two days and that means every important mob boss that I considered allies with territories as big as mine were going to be showing up in my city to pay their respect to the retired godfather of the Cosa Nostra.

That means, every man with as much power as me could take one look at Bianca and decide that he wanted her for himself.

My hands clenched into tight fists. Over my dead fucking body before I hand Bianca over to any motherfucker, they'd have to go through me first and blood will fucking flow before they ever get to touch her.

I tucked the ring box I had just gotten from the safe in my office back in my pants, huffing