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"Same as always. He’ll die with a glass in one hand and a blonde in the other." Lorenzo shrugged, a look of pure acceptance on his face. "Some things never change. And this?" He turned to Lanka, his eyes scanning with the practiced precision of a veteran. He took Lanka’s hand and kissed the air above his knuckles. "Don't tell me. The rumors are true. The wolf finally got collared." Santiago pulled Lanka to his side, his arm heavy and protective. "Lanka, this is Lorenzo DeMarco. We were roommates at the academy before I had to take over the family business. Lorenzo, this is my husband, Lanka."

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Rosa squeezed my hand and I did the same while Beth just smiled at me, my heart fluttered. To think I use to hate them. I met Beth first and that was when I was trying to adapt to being married to a killer, her husband had just died so she was mourning and being a bitch. I didn't pay so much attention to her until we were forced into the same space, she was apparently appointed to teach me the ways of the Mafia and it was during that time we got close, I don't regret it even though she came with a baggage being Rosa I have loved the two of them like my own family ever since.

His gaze swept over Lina and Giovanni: cold and lethal. Bang! Rafael kicked the massive banquet table over. Silverware and wine crashed to the floor. The enormous Rossi family crest, custom-made and unmistakable, lay face-up. Rafael placed his foot on it. The metal buckled beneath his heel with a sickening screech. In the mafia world, this was the ultimate humiliation. The other dons went pale, but not a single one dared speak. He crouched in front of me. The moment his eyes took in my swollen, bleeding cheek and my shattered, blood-soaked fingers… The blue of his irises turned blood-red.

I continued, "I'm falling for you. Not the weapon. Not the protector. You. The woman who gets excited about Italian beef sandwiches and reads romance novels and looks at me like I'm not just another mafia boss." "Jameson—" "And third," I said, unable to stop the chuckle that escaped, "only in our world is a loveless arranged marriage deemed normal and acceptable. The fact that we're sitting here confessing feelings is probably the most abnormal thing about this entire situation." That got a small laugh out of her. "It's absurd," she agreed. "Completely." I stroked my thumb across her cheek. "But it's real. This—us—it's not arranged anymore. It's a choice. My choice. And if you'll let it be,

I stammered, pointing at myself. There’s no way they’re letting me marry the enemy for real. It’s already too much that my family’s not paying attention to me despite me trying hard, but now they also want me to marry Lucian Moretti? Heck, no! “Yes, Miss Vale. You heard it right,” Roman replied in a mocking tone. He looked down on me just like everyone else. “You don’t need me to explain the details unless you need me to spell it out for you what it means to be married, yeah?”

I sat him down, asked what he wanted. “Don Salvatore asks about your decision on marriage to Adriana,” he said directly. “He wants an answer today.” I looked at him, thought about the alliance, about Denise needing stability, about Adriana saving her. “Yes,” I said. “I’ll marry her.” He smiled, shook my hand. “Don Salvatore will be pleased,” he said. “He suggests a meeting soon to plan.” I nodded, walked him out, felt the decision settle heavy but right. I went to Adriana’s room after, knocked, opened when she said come in. She sat on the bed reading a magazine, looked up, surprised.

“Third wife: Teresa Esposito. She gave birth to Mr. Salvador–30 Years old and Miss Ariella– 23 Years old.” “So… Franco, Salvador, Alessandro, Ariella, and Cassie,” Anna listed slowly. “Correct. Franco is the eldest. Then Salvador. Then Mr. Alessandro. Then Miss Ariella. Miss Cassie is the youngest.” “And Salvador is…?” “He’s married and has a son—Salvatore Junior.” Anna's eyes widened slightly. “Wow. So I just married into a royal mafia circus.” “Excuse me?” “Nothing.” She stood up abruptly, rubbing her temples. “I’m suffocating in here.”

Greg "Yes." I leaned against the alley wall and tucked my hand into my pockets. "We had a talk about this, didn't we?" "That was before you decided to marry her to a sexual assaulter." "Who?" "Romeo or whatever his name is." I've never really liked the guy, even back then when I was still in the closet." "She's just saying that to get out of the arrangement. He didn't assault her. She must just have misunderstood. He's the bishop's son, for crying out loud."

There was no way she was getting away from me, I already knew about her plan before she even voiced it out. "You had a gun to his head" "You are lucky is not loaded otherwise I would have blown his brains out, We had a deal" I whispered into her ear while keeping up with the act, a perfect smile cast on my face as my eyes locks together with some of my guests. Everyone was gathered to watch the most dangerous Mafia getting married, they must assume it was a perfect marriage and Isabella was the perfect bride who captured my heart. The truth is no one can capture my heart, no one anyone after her. No one has done it in many years and Isabella was not going to be different. She was just a girl