Blood Wedding: A Mafia Romance

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but tonight only held about twenty. The Torrisis on one side, the Corsinis on the other, w

een Rosa and Nico, acr

him intimidating. He was identical to Rafael in terms of features, same bone structure and coloring, but everything else was different. Where Rafael had been polished and controlled, Dante was rough. There was a scar cutting thro

were the same brown as Rafael's had been but colder, em

to our fut

h a wine glass in hand

e. He died protecting his wife, upholding the values we hold sacred. Honor. Loyalty. Family." He paused, looked directly at me. "The alliance between our fami

glass. "To Rafael.

d down the wine even th

ed mentioning the obvious. The murder. The investigation. The fact that everyone in this roo

will come around," she whispered.

at his plate like it had personally offended h

e twins. He thinks he should have known something was wrong

anger who'd been thrust into their family. Of course Dante wou

teen, beautiful in that effortless way some people just are, with long dark hair and their mother's green eyes. Tonight s

oft gesture I'd seen from him. She gripped his f

something," he t

ely audible. "Every time I

rfectly. Apparently we had s

oncern that looked almost painful on his h

could see that. But she picked up her wine

as normal. Finally Salvatore stood and dismissed everyone. My family would be staying at a hotel nearby for the next few days, but I w

ed my arm. I turned and found myself face to fac

ad been, or maybe he just seemed that way because of how he

to talk,"

ka

her furniture, weapons displayed on the walls. Very different from Salvatore's polished space. This ro

and leaned against it, arms cros

eling's

in the corner and poured himself a drink. He didn't offer me one. "So let's establish some rules. This is a business arrangement, nothing m

ich

his eyes never leaving my face. There was nothing soft in that gaze. Just cold assessment

space to investigate and freedom to move around. But something about the

ant him to. But he did it anyway and now I have to live with that. So don't act

rd it crack. "My twin brother is dead. The person I shared a womb with, who knew me better than anyone, is gone. And the last thing he did was throw

erneath him. I felt every bullet hit. I heard him die. Don'

face. "You lost a stranger you were forced to mar

ot. But that d

e stepped back, his expression completely closed off. "You're a Corsini. For all I know, you set this whole thing up. May

actually think I had s

e door, opened it. "Three days. Then you're my wife on paper and nothing else. We don't talk unless we hav

ell him exactly what I thought of his accusations. But what w

clear,"

red to the open

any extra space. I could feel the heat coming off him and smell whatever cologne he wo

d been kind.

fore I heard his door slam behind me. The

ol. My chest hurt. My eyes were burning but I refused to cry. I w

ything I'd been through, after holding his brother while he

ch was thoughtful. The bed was turned down. Everything looked peaceful

ee days before I married a man who hated me. Who thought I was a murderer. Who

going t

to find out who killed Rafael and prove to everyone

living with someo