Engaged to my Bestfriend, The Mafia Boss

littered at my bare feet. My hand still hung in the

ied that authoritative tone. He leaned forward

from the side cabinet and dropping it ove

nto the couch between my brothers, knees pressed together, the library suddenly feeling too tigh

's the only way to push the Bratva back. Their reach is growing, and we're

en Papa and me. "And what exactly does this

t. Old style, but it works. It binds the f

we living in the Middle Ages now? You're going to trade me off like one of your shipm

ulder, heavy and warm. "Watch

. "Who? Which De Luca? Vittorio's got a daughter and a young son. Is it Matteo

He simply said the name t

ssan

was so complete I could

nation. Just the memory of a twelve year old boy promising to

leather cushion until my nails bit into my palms. "Alessandro

Future Don. The match makes sense. Strong bloodlin

Twelve years ago. No note. No goodbye. He just... disappeared. And now you

he past. The Bratva is breathing down our necks. And some branch family faction is

'm not some pawn you move across

rn everything than hand you over to someone who hurts you. But Alessandro... he's not the boy you remember. He's

"The boy who carved me a wooden sparrow and promised to protect me is now the mons

a monster to us, Sera. He's a necessary evil. The De Lucas bring mu

ietly while the men decide everything? I'm not her

"Serafina, my love. This marriage will give you power too. Y

ll. "Power? This is a cage with a different lock. And the key is in Al

when I was little. "The announcement will be made soon. The engagement party is already being plann

ullets. For the family.

wrapped around my ribs. "So that's it? One name and my life ends? Disappearin

an before. "We'll be watching. All

rt a war because your sister's unhappy? Don't lie to m

t alone in this, little sister. We'll make s

ng in the familiar scent of leather and

op me. Their voices rose behind me. Dante arguing, Nico askin

nded not to notice the tears streaking my face. I pushed int

the rough wings Alessandro had carved with his own knife when we were kids. He'd given it to me

i

low. For a moment I held the sparrow over the fi

pulled

t

renzo's voice filtered through. "Ser

he edge of my bed, I clutched

nounced that I'm to be married to Alessand

e boy I once loved still hau

how much i