Half a Lifetime Later—My Mafia Princess is Finally Mine
Luciano stubbed out his cigar with a slow twist, watching the ash crumble against the crystal tray and gave me that wolfish grin, the one that never reached his eyes.
“So,” he said, “let’s talk about you, Antonio.”
He gestured toward the screen one last time, the Capone warehouse now just smoke and embers.
“You did what no one else could. You walked into that house, played the loyal dog for five years, got their trust, their secrets, their plans, fucked their daughter. And you walked out alive.” He chuckled, tapping a ring against the armrest. “You earned your seat at my table. Hell, you earned more than that.”