SINFULLY HIS
My gut twisted, and I swallowed the lump in my throat because there was a time.
And they all knew the conditions of my marriage. I just knew it. The way his cousin looked at me. The way the men stayed utterly silent whenever I had to answer a question.
In the Mafia, it was always going to be arranged marriages, but with mine, it was arranged and forced. I had no say.
After the food, they all still talked until one person excused himself to make a call, and the Don’s cousin excused herself to tend to her three-year-old daughter, who was now whimpering for whatever reason.
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