Enzo

Serafina Shadows filled the corners of the room as the moon rose higher in the sky.

Every tiny creak or shift of air made me jump as I waited for the beginning of the rest of my life to walk through the door. I kept myself from full out panicking by trying to figure out how many more years my new husband would live and imagining what I would do once I was a widow and free to do as I wanted.

Well, maybe not free. I’d never be completely free from the mafia. Especially not now. But at least I would be able to live alone, and I...