The Mafia Husband Who Never Let Go of His First Love

It happened during a Family operation in the northern stronghold, that snowbound exile beyond the reach of the Feds. The ambush came without warning, a rival crew bleeding out of the dark and the world coming apart in gunfire and screaming. My arranged-alliance betrothed, Marco Greco, didn't even hesitate. He let go of my hand and ran straight to Bianca Russo, his first love, and left me to die where I stood.

Lorenzo Falcone, the underboss leading the raid, saw me pinned at the edge of the slaughter with no way out, and he didn't think twice. He risked his own life to drag me back from it.