Okay, so, my bad for assuming the guy I was going on a date with wasn’t married. And my bad for taking him to a friend’s house for dinner, only to find out my friend …
Running away from home at 17 wasn’t easy. Let’s face it though, nothing before, or in the ten years since, has ever been easy for me. And I’m doing okay. Sorta. I just need to keep scraping by,…
An Irish mobster with a brutal grudge. An Italian mafia princess with a dark secret. Two enemy empires joined in sacred marriage vows. Let the hating games begin.
There is only one punishment for spies and liars, A slow and painful death. And my sweet, angelic wife, Who bewitched everyone in my home, From my men - even to my dogs, Is the worst traitor of all.
I can't go back to my family. I'm not worthy of them, Could never be one of them again. The sister they know, love, and remember, Doesn't exist. Not anymore.
