a Car

fortress. It was a compound of iron gates, armed guards, an

ards waved me through, their expressions deferential.

ssenger seat, my grip tighteni

was the quintessential Mafia wife-blind to t

with a perfectly manicured hand. "I heard there w

?" I asked, ign

ing the radiating t

grand staircase, my footsteps h

ck on the door to his

leather sofa, a tumble

wasn'

itting on the edge of his des

l jersey. The one with 'LIT

wasn't just a fashion choice; it wa

ed, taking a slow si

didn't look guilty

o home," he said

idn't look at Catalina. I refused to gi

you somethi

like dirty secrets. The locket slid across the wood. The diamond engagement ring, a

the ring. His

this dram

voice devoid of emotion. "I'm retur

nd. "God, you're pathetic. Do you thin

," I sai

his size to intimidate, a tactic that used

up," he c

N

, pick

urn it. I don't care.

ed to

roared. He grabbed the box and hurl

ining memories down into the foyer

You don't get to deci