Bound By Blood
You survived them.
The café’s door chimed as people came and went, laughter drifting in. I stared at the window, at a group of teenagers who shoved each other playfully, carefree, untouchable. “I wish I could disappear,” I whispered. “Start over somewhere far away. Where I’m not the daughter of a mafia boss. Where I’m not about to marry a monster.”
Gia reached for my hand, her grip firm. “Then let’s do it. I would help you, Bella. We could figure something out—”