When I first met Melville, my men and I were dealing with a mole Charles Whitmore had planted in our family.We'd just sent the guy to meet his maker when Melville came charging in and pulled me behind him.He thought I was some poor girl being harassed by gangsters.The idea was new to me, and I found it amusing.I was the only heir to the Calvetti family. I'd grown up surrounded by guns, betrayal, and blood.My family was famous for being cold-blooded and practical. They loved me, but they never spoiled me, because that would only make me weak.I'd never met a hothead who would rush in to protect a complete stranger. I fell for him.Dewey Marino, the family's underboss, was about to pull a gun and teach him a lesson, but I stopped him with a look.Melville got me away from those dangerous-looking men, never guessing I was the one in charge of them.After that, we naturally grew close and ended up together.The day after we made it official, I decided to tell him who I really was. But
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