You Always Make Me Wait
The night before I was supposed to stand beside Lucius Corleone at the altar and become his wife, he sent me a message.
Sienna was pregnant. According to the family code, her child would be the first legitimate heir to the Corleone name.
So Lucius ordered me to leave Sicily for three years—and tell everyone I had broken our contract first.
For eight years, I had been his shadow.
I wiped away his blood, buried his crimes, protected his business, and waited for the day he would finally bring me into the light.
But now, he said Sienna belonged in the sunlight.
I stared at the message, my hands still burning from scrubbing away the evidence of his latest murder.
Then I typed back one word.
"Understood."
A second later, Sienna's official wedding announcement appeared on the Corleone family's private network.
Apparently, she couldn't even wait until morning to wear my ring.