is real self. He looked at me from across the table, making me feel uneas

ast, but I forced a smile and told everyone it was on Saturday. Gianna, nearby, seemed surprised whe

aughed at nothing, my brother spun his wine glass, and Adriana kept eating, ignoring the man next to her. My d

. The guy next to me, Stefan, made a weird sound. Tony, my brother,

just don't want to w

t ignore that. Benito tried to calm hi

vatore's calm voice cut through the noise, making me feel a little better. " Stefan , release Milene"he told him but he refused. As he kept squeezing my throat, Salvatore quickly pulled at his g

I'd just lost a bet to him, thanks to this fight. My family loves to bet on ever

after fighting with my dad. Now, with sore ribs and a cigarette in hand, I realized I was just like them. People who knew Leonardo Russo thought that was unlu

mother used to say the Russo family has a hot temper. She said that's why her sons were spoiled, greedy, and protective. A Russo goes after w

lm myself down. Ricardo got up to send the servants away, all of them connected to the family. I only heard part of the argument that started this,

disrespected me and threatened Sweet Milene. It felt strange the way I'm overprotective of her a

ny and I would have issues, but I didn't expect him to be stupid enough to bring it up at lunch. I

inued to eat her dessert since her father told her to. I don't normally get off on things like this, but there was something about it-it was actually quite hot. Then I saw my cousin L

liked the guy to beg a little. Lorenzo would do it. I would rather throw my hand into a car door. She gave me a frown in church today, and I couldn't help but wonder what she had against me. I had heard her nic

t. I'd never seen her, but they'd talk about her as if she were the only thing on earth. It drove me crazy. Her name had become like an itch that I couldn't scratc

attractive feature, so I assumed they were lying about her. Bu

I could see why she was given that nickname. However, this could not have been based on her personality. Not a chance. I stood in the back of the church, staring at her for much too long. She smiled at each man who approached her, as if she were royalty. I'm six feet three-not exactly hard to miss, yet she didn't notice me until around half an hour l

care who I married anyway. It was simply time, and in my view, marriage meant business. Ricardo has some problems with a Mexican gang. He was losing his edge as he got older, and I would help him settle it after the wedding. I'd help him settle it the way I'd been taught: one bullet at a time. This partnership would increase my wealth and allow me to control the majority of the city. A shiver rushed down my spine as I felt Milene's stare on me from across the table. Her a

ed it was time to actually speak with my future wife. "What are you drawing?" She stopped, then extended her hand. "A rabbit." It wasn't a question; it was clear. "Mr. Rabb