Queen of the mafia

metimes wondered if we shared something else. Marcel

something we ne

what is

eeks. He's from the Pesci family in Florida. He is ready to help me in the wa

hole body. He said in the last few weeks, which meant that he was planning

I placed my hand on my chest. My heart was beating so hard that I was lookin

o.

anding. "I am not asking your permission. I am the Gift of our fa

," I say, my voice cutting off. "We have just buried our fat

ing to marry her, and I don't care if I have to tie you

don't leave my friends, my family. No, I'm sor

w. "He spoke throu

min

til it was too late. I was standing there in complete shock, and my f

ade me cry. It wasn't the stinging flesh and the warmth of my cheek or the way the finger

at him, and I couldn't even see a

re for it. "He spat, and I winced when his hand came up ag

uldn't even process a single thought. I walked out of the office that

to the ground and wrapped my arms around myself as I curled up into a ball. I didn't know what I w

o something like this without talking to me first. I was heartbroken by the fact that he had h

i

der

r. I would kill for her. I would burn the whole world for her if she ever asked me to.

to right with her movements, and her bangs were constantly on her face, which she touc

od, so d

o much. I wanted to be the one who bit her lips, the only one who tasted her mouth and to

ire. They were a mixture of brown and green, and their appearance under

ght was Elena, and on my left hand was my daughter's name. I had it inked from the first

yes and a glow on her face, but not lately. Lately, she's been missing everything. I was uncomf

ue. I didn't like it. I hated to see her so upset. It killed me. I sighed as I watched

ttle girl left the bakery. The beauty waved her hand back, then my daugh

er was the only blessing in my first marriage, and my love for my daugh

nd, and I would protect her with my life. Her black hair was in two long braids wit

the same charming smile as her mother, but the only differenc

ve got. "She showed

milis. Have you s

s she put the box o

es

nice to me, but she wasn't

ay that, mo c

came in. "She played w

oke. "Was s

es

daughter. I never wanted her to see that part of me or any other scary or threatening part of me. I wanted to keep her innocent for the

t of my sight, I aggressively dug into my pockets and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. "Liam. "I e

no Morelli, passed away a few days ago.

respected him. I respected his loyalty and his bravery. He is a good man and he h

that didn't miss anything. I didn't force my men to look or dress a certain way, but Liam was always dr

"I asked with

ng about an e

an eyebro