The Mafia Queen Who Went Home and Never Looked Back

There was an old code in the neighborhood: if you weren't married by thirty, Don Greco would call you home to sit across the table from the matches he'd chosen for you.

When I told Lorenzo Vitale about it, he let out a cold laugh.

"What is this neighborhood of yours, some kind of medieval cult?"

"Adriana Bellini, I told you I'd marry you, and I will. But cornering me into it is a completely different thing."

He drew a ring from his pocket and tossed it to the soldier-girl waiting by the door, without so much as a glance.

She caught it, her cheeks flushing pink.