Mafia Marriage From Betrayal to Obsession
The vase shattered against his temple, blood trickling down his face.
Wiping the blood away, he raised his hand to swear: “Eva, if I break my vow, let me die under the gun of the enemy, leave no bones behind!”
His sincerity moved me. That was when I finally agreed to be with him. He really wasn’t afraid of death.
Dad paused. “I’ll contact Vincent immediately.”
Vincent, managing the mafia empire in Sicily, was not easy to reach.
I showed Dad a message on my phone. “The engagement contract is binding, and Vincent has spoken. The marriage won’t be canceled. Just wait until he returns to New York to finalize the details.”