Christian

I glanced at my mother, who was watching me with a smile through the rearview mirror. Mom waited for my father to open the car door for her, as he always did. Dad was a gentleman with her, and my mother loved that. Even being one of the most dangerous mobsters, he had a sensitive and chivalrous side.

Mom looked at the house excitedly, as if genuinely happy to be here. I didn't understand why. I was eager to see Cassandra because she was the most beautiful woman my eyes had ever seen, but I didn't want the atmosphere to be tense in front of my parents. I didn't...