Half a Lifetime Later—My Mafia Princess is Finally Mine
I didn't lead her toward the lobby and directly into the penthouse's private garage.
The doors hissed open, and the lights flickered on automatically, reflecting off a sea of carbon fiber and polished chrome. It was a cathedral of steel. Millions of dollars worth of engineering sat in rows, low-slung Lamborghinis, vintage Ferraris, and sleek Koenigseggs.
Alessia's mouth slightly open as she looked at the collection, "Rino... this is insane. Even for you."
"I don't just collect cars, Alessia," I said, walking past the row of supercars toward the very back of the garage, where a single vehicle sat under a silk, deep-red cover, "I collect moments."