When her fiancé betrays her at a mafia bride selection, a woman refuses to be cast aside and instead turns the ruthless tradition to her own advantage. Choosing the most feared man in the underworld sets her on a collision course with power, loyalty, and the dangerous rules of the family she is entering.
never closed he could walk out or return whenever he wanted enzo took out another I'm going for a smoke. Watch the chapel. Family rules did not require an oath partner to attend the women's blessing. He only came because Sophia had clung to him that morning.
Enzo, I'm scared. He walked to the old oak, away from the chapel. The crowd was too loud, yet the noise made his chest feel empty. The altar, the veil, the blessing, all of it should have belonged to Enzo and me.
Instead, it belonged to him and Sophia. No matter how he looked at it, something felt wrong. Enzo leaned against the old oak. It took him three tries to light his cigarette.
at smoke caught in his throat he coughed twice he planned our legal las vegas wedding the blood oath was one thing our legal marriage was another even without family protection he would give me the respect i deserved he would plan a bigger wedding to make up for everything he only needed quiet to choose the venue dress and officiant enzo took another drag since the
flower shooting he had been running non-stop he had started booking a reception venue and a band hand. Between calls, he had sent me several messages. Where are you? Have you eaten? I not answered. He also sent me money, with another message. Stop being difficult. I'll come find you when I'm done. I had not accepted the money. Enzo did not worry. He thought I was throwing a
and would calm down in a few days. Then he remembered the burned hand on the family