His Docile Mafia Princess
she whispers, “They already decided you’re one of us.”
I relax in my seat and let myself be tugged into their rhythm—the drinks, the stories, the scandalous laughter that rises in unison.
They talk about private chefs, new shows, perfume and bags that cost more than cars. They do go into further, private details, with one of them narrating how she caught the Don fucking the maid and ended up with a new villa as an apology.
I decide then I'm going to look into Enzo's sexual relationships, and if I find anything, I will be cracking his skull open.
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