The Mafia's Nanny
His voice was deep, his eyes never leaving mine as he said, “Rosa, I vow to stand by you, to protect you, to honor you, not because of duty, not because of expectation, but because you are my choice. Every damn day, you are my choice. I vow to be the man you deserve, the one who fights for you, bleeds for you, and, if necessary, burns the world down for you. With this ring, I give you everything I am. My strength, my loyalty, my name. I am yours, Rosa. Always.”
The air in my lungs felt too tight, and I realized with something dangerously close to panic that I was going to cry. I, Rosa Smith, who had spent years perfecting the art of being untouchable, was on the verge of crumbling in front o
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