She Took My Wedding, So I Married the Don

Three months later, I parked the Alfa Romeo in my parents’ driveway. Red paint. Polished chrome. Rebuilt from a burned,

Four hours and twelve minutes. That’s how long he was in surgery. I know, because I watched the clock on

Nobody breathed. Every Moretti man in the room had a hand under a jacket. Every Castellano did too. Two hundred

Every instinct Luca had told him to lock me in the estate and burn the Castellanos to the ground. I

Luca reached me before the ambulance did. I’d never seen him run. He came down that embankment like an avalanche

Luca didn’t say a word all the way home. He walked straight into the bedroom. I followed and shut the

I didn’t sleep. So I went to the garage at two a.m. and pulled the tarp off the Alfa. Luca

My mother showed up at the Moretti gates on Wednesday. Rocco radioed it in, sounding amused. “Says she won’t leave

Luca arrived nine minutes after I called. I know because I counted. He walked the lot in silence. Looked at

“No,” I said. Luca didn’t move. “You want a shield,” I said. “A wife on paper so the Castellanos back