After Three Days of Confinement, I Gave Up on My Mafia Fiancé
The instant the door closed, my throat tightened.
Three years.
More than a thousand days and nights.
When old Don Vitali had first taken him back into the family, everyone looked down on him, the bastard who'd grown up on the outside.
I was the one who stayed up all night over the books with him in the dock warehouses, who went with him to meet those arrogant shipowners, who drank down the hard liquor they deliberately pushed on him, winning contract after contract.
I was the one who untangled the casino's chaotic ledgers, and that was what got the old Don to single him out at a family meeting for the first time.