Half a Lifetime Later—My Mafia Princess is Finally Mine
Maybe surrender was the only way left to survive.
So I smiled, small and obedient, even as my bones screamed, “Where is he taking me?”
“He wants to give you a few gifts. He’ll bring you back whenever you ask,” Papà said smoothly, like it was a kindness. His hand pressed heavier against my back, “I know it feels frightening. You’ve never been alone in the presence of a man before, not like this,” his eyes glinted as he bent closer, voice turned low, meant only for me, “But you must remember who you are. You are a Capone, and this is what we are bred for.”