The Luchese estate was massive. Adelina was overwhelmed with the beauty of the place. A huge white house, sitting lakeside. The inside was covered in dark wood floors and bright white walls. It was the beachiest Mafia house Adelina had ever seen.

She loved it.

“You didn’t tell me,” she tugged on Lucian’s sleeve. “That we could have a house that wasn’t dark and dreary.”

Lucian looked her over with a smile, but the girl was dead serious.

“Baby, you can paint our house purple if it makes you happy. I don’t give a fuck as long as your living in it.”

Her cheeks turned a bright red at his...