His Forbidden Goddaughter
Francisco said, pulling me into his arms as he patted my back.
Francisco Blanco was my best friend, my brother. We had been through thick and thin and nothing has ever or will ever come between us. We grew up together in the same town. We became even closer when our fathers partnered to kill the mafia king at that time. That was the start of the new era. The Blanco-Morello era. Our fathers ruled together and, therefore, we inherited the mafia when they were killed.
We have become unstoppable. The only thing keeping us apart was the distance, because now I was in charge of the business in Antarctica, the North and South Americas while he took over Europe, Asia, Australia, and Africa.