Love story with a mafia

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bbed my hands together, trying

was astonished to see beautiful, well-kept blonde hair, very

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his information. I knew I could expect anything from the mafia, but I thought they at least had so

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had prayed a lot over the years to be more than just a puppet in the hands of a gangster. I hoped to wake u

ided over ten years ago without anyone consulting my

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her hands smoothing the lapel o

I took her hands in m

mily and society. This wedding was nothing more than the sealing of an agreement made years ago. I knew it

" She fixed a wayward strand of hair that had e

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co! You're s

ays will be." I laug

what she had to say next, but I had no escape. Even though I was the Don and the most

d take place in the Basilica of San Clemente, an ancient and important church in Rome. The truth was, I just wanted an excuse

ly here. The interests of the mafia and the Vatican, especially those

words to you..." she began, a

e best, but marriage is much easier

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ould visit her one day or another, and having a child or two with her wouldn't be a bad thing, since I still had no heirs, and that was also a sovereign's role. I admitted I didn't care mu

world, and I hope she isn't naive enough to th

ope she's smart enough t

er head with nonsense, or it

thankfully, my mother had the wisdom to realize the moment wasn't right. My father ha

ty being taken), and I went downstairs, closely followed by my mother. In the living

illment of an agreement, like several others. I just ha