A woman's marriage to a powerful mafia godfather thrusts her into a dangerous criminal world she never expected. As she navigates her new life, her bond with his son becomes the unexpected anchor that gives her a reason to keep fighting.
After my adoptive parents had a son of their own, they threw me out. I don't need anything! I'll be good, I promise! They shut the door anyway. I was silent for a moment. Then I walked over and pulled Nico into my arms.
I'll take the money, and you're mine now too. From today on, I'm your mom. Anyone fucks with you, they answer to me. The door to the room next door suddenly opened. Valentina suddenly sneered.
Cute! The Deklukas hired dozens of people and none of them could handle that little psycho. What makes you think you'll last? You're only being nice because you want his money. Exactly. I want the money and I protect the kid.
Unlike you who gets neither and still can't keep your damn mouth shut. Niko shifted slightly in my arms. I wanna sleep. Okay.
I carried him toward the bed. He immediately tensed. I'm not normal. I might hurt you. Good. Neither am I. Looks like we're a perfect match. The next morning, Valentina was in my ear like a broken record.
Stay away from the third floor. That's Don DeLuca's study. He hates people touching his things. And don't touch anything in the West Wing. You couldn't afford to replace a single thing in And Nico's medication? Don't mess with it if you don't know what you're doing.
If something happens to him, you'll pay for it. What medication does he take? I don't know. When is his next appointment?