Mafia

Fake Wife To The Mafia King

by Caroline Above Story

My father sold me to a mafia don by text message.Nine tomorrow morning. My people will come get you.Eight years building a life he couldn't touch, and it was gone by lunch. Fired from the hospital. A car already waiting downstairs to take me to my fiancé.That night I found a man bleeding out in the alley behind my building. I did what a doctor does. I dug the bullet out of his shoulder on my bathroom floor and never asked his name.The next morning my father's men came for me, and I heard myself lie."I'm married."Then the stranger walked out of my bathroom, put his arm around my waist like the spot had been his for years, and said it for me."She is my wife."Three months. No interference with my work. No sex. Nothing illegal with my name on it. Those were my terms. He agreed to all four without blinking.I thought I'd married a soldier. My father laughed and called him a nobody.I found out what I'd married when that same father dropped to his knees on my living room floor — and called him Don Valenti.

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