BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR
he muttered, trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.
"This is for the best. You'll see." Aileen patted his arm, like that made everything okay.
Roberto bit back a snort. *Yeah, and I'm the fucking Pope*.
His old man, Seamus, and Kylie's dad, Morgan, stood up to start yapping. Roberto tuned them out quicker than a bad radio station. All around, glasses clinked, and people murmured their congrats like this was actually something to celebrate.
He knew it was all bullshit. They could talk about peace and working together till they were blue in the face, but Roberto wasn't born yesterday. This marriage wouldn't stop the backstabbing and double-crossing. It'd just move it to the bedroom.
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