Heartless Sinner
She was the one woman I couldn’t resist . . .
Half past thirty and still single, my father rode my ass daily about getting married, starting a family, and looking the part. I needed to soften my enforcer image and have the outward appearance that I was on the straight and narrow.
When I argued that I wasn’t ready to settle down, he explained that no one ever was, and none of them ever did…with a wink. I laughed, until I thought about my mother. I might be a tough guy in a dangerous world, but I wanted a woman who could handle me at my worst and positively adore me at my best. Was that so much to ask of a wife?
There’d only ever been one girl who came close to that: Marla. She was plenty tough herself. She had to be. She grew up in the world, as well. And when she came to me asking for help to avenge her brother’s death, I was more than happy to help . . . for a price.
Marriage. To me. A mafia capo . . . the very thing she swore she’d never do.
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