Mafia Marriage From Betrayal to Obsession
I whispered.
He lowered his gaze to me, eyes warm and deep.
“Let’s,” he said.
During the vows, Vincent’s hand tightened around mine.
His voice, usually composed and cold, softened unexpectedly.
“Actually,” he said, “our story began long before this alliance.”
“When I was ten, I was cornered at the docks by one of the rival mafia families. I hid behind a shipping crate—and then a little girl appeared.”
“She threw a toy gun to distract them, grabbed my hand, and pulled me through three alleys to safety.”