Love story with a mafia

an do with her." I

en I took over the business,

pat my shoulder but pulled back, changin

and expressionless. I might be a mons

the girl's mother, but it wasn't my concern to look after her happiness. In the mafia,

l take her." I turned away a

nothing. They knew how important this alliance was for us and that it wasn't just a

she looked at me curiously. I didn't know what her father might h

ng to take m

a

take my

u c

are we

conv

en hold them between mine. I admit I hadn't paid attention to the girl's age. My only concern was to go to Portu

ns until she came of age, and I wouldn't have to worry about her until then. Sheltered in one

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POINT O

efore I was old enough to understand what love i

e with the little uncomfortable bed I was forced to sleep in every day. The other novices said I was lucky because, unlike them, I wouldn't

hing fairy-tale-like about marrying a man fifteen years my senior who had

nce they hadn't called or asked how I was doing. I had asked the Mother Superior several times, but she ha

't know what to expect, and something inside me told me that a future with

nock at my door, pr

ormation I had about the world came from her, since our access to the outside was very limited. We had a television in the living room, Vatican newspapers available in the library, and very restricted Internet access on computers, which could only be used twice a week for an hour. I didn't have a

to see if she could get her act together. That obviously didn't work very well, and she was expelled weeks after joining. However, during her stay wi

bout to turn twenty-one, I would be his little porcelain doll, or at least

lking down the aisle with Marco. My memories of him were also vague. During my time at the convent, the man hadn't bothered to vi