His Roulette: Wife or Mistress?
It was because, even until this very moment, he still hadn't figured out where to draw the line at which things could be treated as a game.
He didn't know what boundaries were and what propriety looked like.
"That won't be necessary," I said before moving past them to head into the bedroom.
Just then, my phone started buzzing nonstop. I kept getting one message after another.
"Alessia took three bullets for Marco! Who the heck do you think you are?"
"You only became the Donna out of sheer luck! How dare you try to compete with the real princess of the mafia world?"
"Alessia is kind, but that doesn't give you the right to walk all over her! You'd better learn your place."