Contracted To The Mafia Prince

woul

ld have

as a necessity, and not becaus

life and women who hung around the restaurants with the hope of gaining my attention. It wasn't every

sn't fo

ife. For marri

't married by the time he turned thirty-five they would arrange a marriage betwe

ies in the area that wanted me to

owerful family in Housto

roposal from one of his enemies. Marrying a random woman from an auc

ht of the day. The life I had wasn't an easy one by any means. I'd sacrificed a lo

ere was nothing more im

oticed Charlotte Terry. She looked oddly out of p

s off. Her lack of confidence. Her lack of eti

me it wasn't her. Identifying someone with money was easy for me. I'd grown up

lder and asked, "To the restaur

ding a woman at the auction meant landing a woman with class. Someone who knew how to handle crowds and publi

tral. Father is

s,

ral restaurant was my father's favorite because my mother started it. We los

taurant. Rain dripped from the overhanging

be that people enjoyed. I strolled in through the front doors an

hair glistened from the gel holding it back from his big, brown eyes in the crappy flu

sked. "Who d

across from him. The top few buttons of his button-down were open w

gent, Charlotte

ing down her name. Most likely to run a

missive when I handed her my card. She looked almost re

meeting at the restau

Giovanna called tonight. The package needs to be picked up at the wareho

nd. "I have a headache. Those lig

ves. I don't trust any of them enough to marry either of my boys. This will be good for you, for us. It'

d be to persuade this woman to marry me. "I'm n

ry you. With the contract, she'll have no choice

money. Why woul

ave money but she does not have our kind of money. Why do you think

that said she wasn't materialistic. It rested in those green eyes o

aid, standing up. "I'm going

ng. I'm hoping you're up for that

hat I say and don't argu

here at

. My driver got out and opened the door for me while I slid int

e, S

es

use. It'd been passed down in my family for generations. The secluded ar

ghbor was thr

ard and he followed the cobblestone driveway to the front steps. The fou

her lo

I'll see you tomor

ou the

to my house. Walking between the two center pilla

nging chandelier in the entranceway. A grand staircase circled

t touched it since she passed. Father didn't stay in th

e over and wreck it, so I mov

ys, but I spent most of my time outside of t

," I called out t

hile I keyed in the alarm code and f

e married as soon as possible. The Capellos had been on my father's back for the last six months about the arrangement. He kept

chain of nightclubs in downtown Houst

er's dead bo

oes and loosen my tie. Stretching my legs out, I slid my palms

de it hard to think about anything else. Despite her unimpressed fac

bout her that I could

with her and offer her

nd have everythin

native. Charlotte Terry was to