Queen of the mafia

He shook his h

new I was obsessed with her. You'd thin

get married? "I

urda

two fucking days. "I crash

brought it to my lips. No. No. Fuck no. She had no right to marry anyone b

didn't know what to feel now that I would take her. Would I have a sense of satisfaction? It was a sp

ehen

onged to me. From the first moment I saw her, I knew she would be mine. There was

now she belonged to me, but it wouldn't last too long. Her brother thought he could just

ians cut their contract the nanosecond it resumed, and they were right to

rately wanted his father to die so that he could officially become a Gift to his f

h or a scary bedtime story that you told your children so that they wouldn't stay out too late. Only th

eat on me, lie to me, or steal from me. I was Oisín Callahan from the Callahan family line. I was descended

bravery in my skin, their strength, their courage and their wisdom anchored in my bones. Being a Callahan is

tell them that Oisín is calling for help. Loo

ousin? "Liam taunted me behind

ding today. I need to l

"You are a maniac. She's goin

Aofie safe, and I want this house to be more

s in the hospital giving birth, but he sen

ooked good, and since we had the element of surpris

side

through my hair one more time befor

greeted wit

ge, but I had met them from time to time. Roman was a good man and a goo

off his glasses, revealing those indigo eyes that his father had. Roman wa

t if needed. I only kept those who were brave clos

ing me on the back. "Congratulations. My father has informed me of your fu

sat down. One of my men poured u

y and health of your sister and nephew. "I tilted my cup tow

e

wn. Nonna stayed close to me, holding my hands and offering me as much comfort as she could. My mother and I had argued t

ng for my father, and our fight intensified, and our screams increased. Enzo int

fingers absentmindedly went around them. I didn't know which wa

nives. I sat in a wedding dress with tears streaming down my face, and

our father to come by to force me to this wedding. My father would neve

g to comfort me. But that didn't comfort me. I didn't want to marry a man I didn't know. I did

up and get dressed to go to the bakery and cook. My heart ached extremely, and alt

to stop crying long enough for her to finish my makeup. She started working on my h

to do this, and I hated it. I hated the dress, the flowers, the

always that close, but we were family. He was my brother, my only

iles. My nonna shook my hand to reassure me, and I looked down at our clasped hands. She was w

e whispered in a

Everything w

a hated jewelry and only ever wore her wedding ring on her finger. She was the most sophisticated person I h

s smiling through the sadnes

d, encouraging me to look at myself in the mirror. It's not that I wasn't beautif