Arabella

I exhaled as we got out of the cars lined up in the parking lot. My heart hammered in my chest just like it always did whenever I was around Marco. There were at least seven more men carrying heavy weapons.

I had never walked in the company of men like this, but as the capo’s bride-to-be, I had to. Now, there was a target on my back.

I bowed my head as we walked toward the high-end store. A large glass window displayed timeless designs. The old me would have been thrilled to go shopping, especially in an expensive place like this.

My back turned rigid when he...