Bride of the Damned — The Stolen White Roses

In our mafia family, a woman had to win Russian roulette seven years in a row before she could For six years, Sofia always backed down first. Minutes before my final game, I heard Enzo behind the gunroom door. I swapped Elena's rubber round for a real one.

It'll force her to quit. Then this year's wedding is ours. The mafia traditional flower-shooting bride selection was voluntary. I only wanted to quietly register a legal marriage with my fiancé, Enzo DeLuca.

But Enzo loved the ritual and entered my name without asking. All I could do was tell my brother, Marco Marino, and my childhood friend, Liam. Tomorrow's selection will be chaos. Low-ranking family members will use the confusion to shoot the flowers of Caps or Don's daughters.

If Enzo doesn't hit my white roses first, you two must shoot before anyone else does. They both promised without hesitation. But when my white roses flew into the air, Marco and Liam both rushed to protect Sophia's red roses My white roses were shot by Alex Moretti.

a nobody with three dead wives. Panic burned through me. I went straight to the dom and asked him to reverse the match, but as I rounded the corner, I heard whispering. Enzo, you shot Sophia's red roses? Family rules require you to swear a blood oath to protect her. What about my sister, Elena? Enzo looked down at the rose.

What can we do? The bride selection is only family custom. Sophia and I aren't getting