My Mafia Husband Thought, I Was Innocent
I smiled through it, clapping when required.
Then Dante was handed the ceremonial scissors. He gestured toward me. “This was her vision,” he said into the microphone, his tone a mixture of warmth and quiet command. “But today, it becomes ours.”
There was a pause, one that said they’re a unit. Not a man leading his wife, not a woman shadowing her husband. A pair. Balanced. Dangerous.
When he cut the ribbon, I held his hand steady. Cameras caught it instantly. The image that would flood the news tonight, Dante and Catalina Lucchese, Italy’s golden couple, building futures instead of destroying them.
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