Supported by two maids, Maria tottered forward and planted herself in front of the car.Her hair was silver, but her deep-set eyes were sharp and cruel.Back in the day, she'd fought beside the late Don, submachine gun in hand, to take half the city.Thanks to that, she'd always thrown her weight around in the underworld.Even my father, when he was alive, treated her with respect."Ms. Marino, if you insist on being this willful, what becomes of the Rossi family's good name?"Maria leaned on her cane, her deeply lined face set hard.There wasn't a trace of deference in her voice, only condescension."Our family has been a respected mafia name for 100 years, and Carlos holds our crew together."Your car is already at the church. Every underworld boss in the Americas is inside, watching."If you call off the wedding now, are you humiliating the Rossi family or the Council?"Every word was meant to lay the blame on me.She made it sound as if leaving would make me the greatest villain in
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