The lines that blur between love and war are often the only thing keeping you alive.
I wasn't a full Italian. My mother was a Russian, a female of the Bratva.
To create peace between the Famiglia, her family gave her up. My father always said I was born lucky; I would never have to marry for power.
I could choose.
And for a while, I believed him.
For a while, I thought I could marry the one I love. Until HE, Marco Catelli, eldest son of the Capo of the Famiglia, lost his betrothed and rose to be the Capo Dei Capi, The Boss of all Bosses. Until he needed an heir, a wife. Until he chose me.