The Lawyer Who Left the Mafia

When I was eighteen, I gave myself to Dante Falcone like a gift, wrapped in blind devotion.

That night, tipsy and aloof, he slid my clothes off without hesitation.

The next morning, he looked utterly composed. "Adriana, I'll take responsibility for you." And he did exactly that.

Dante kept his promise. He kept me close, treated me well, and eventually married me.

I became a Falcone bride, blood-bound before God and the Family in a church ceremony the entire syndicate attended.

Everyone envied me for it.