Half a Lifetime Later—My Mafia Princess is Finally Mine
Adriano let out a bark of laughter so loud it echoed off the ceiling, nearly choking on his bourbon.
"Zio? Zio Rino?" He doubled over, slapping his knee as if I’d just told the funniest joke in the history of the Syndicate, "Oh, man, I can see it now. I’ll walk up to him at the next sit-down and give him a big kiss on the cheek. 'Hey, Uncle Rino, thanks for not killing us this week, want to go grab some gelato?'"
"Shut up, Adriano," I laughed, tossing a velvet throw pillow at his head, which he caught with one hand, mocking a look of offense.