Half a Lifetime Later—My Mafia Princess is Finally Mine
If this was night one of my freedom…
The world was about to become very fun.
I locked the door and crossed the room, loosening the last buttons on my shirt as I went. My laptop sat where I’d left it.
I dropped into the armchair and opened the screen. The glow hit my face, and with one tap, everything was before me.
Every file, every picture, every secret I’d dug up over the years.
Her.
A single photo filled the screen first, not posed, not filtered, not even aware she was being watched. She stood outside a restaurant in New York, her hair gathered in a loose knot, dark strands escaping and brushing her cheek. A black coat cinched tight at the waist.