Twelve Years Later, His Canary Flew Away
The night before my fiancé, Soren, and I were supposed to leave for Northern Europe to start our new life, the sounds of a lively discussion drifted from his private club.
"Christ, Boss, are you insane? Why the sudden marriage alliance with the Rosetti family to make a play for Italy? Didn't you say you were getting out of the life with Abby and heading north?"
Soren leaned back into a leather sofa, his voice nonchalant and muffled by a cloud of smoke.
"Plans change. Besides, remember, I'm the one who made her who she is."
"Once she sees the new empire I'm building, that little canary will come flying right back to my cage. The woman can't live without me."
I stood in the shadows of the