Half a Lifetime Later—My Mafia Princess is Finally Mine
It was always the same trick, touch first, poison later.
“You let her talk too much, think too much. She needs to learn when to obey. To listen. If she keeps testing you, if she keeps getting her way, she’ll grow up spoiled and rebellious. Maybe even…” She hesitated, like she didn’t want to say it, then whispered, “like her.”
I didn’t need her to say the name.
“She’s not her,” I said quietly. My voice came out lower, harder than I meant it to.