Liam Raffaello had plans on taking the Mafia world by storm.
He had everything in place ready for his take over.
There was only one thing he didn't plan for, and that was a fiery redhead with a sharp tongue and a history he never expected.
Can he...
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Rowen spent the rest of her week in a daze, somehow time had slowed down and the three days that she had to herself to think about her situation, felt like it was closer to three years. She used to complain about there not being enough hours in the day for her to get everything done, now it seemed like the days were endless and she still never managed to get much done.
She had done as he asked; she thought seriously about what this would mean for her. She had spent most of her adult life hiding from the Mafia. While her reasons for running away were vastly different from the reasons she had to go back, Liam had made a good point.
She knew that once she walked into Liam's apartment, her life as she knew it would be over. There would be a new set of rules to live by. Her life in the Mafia was going to be very different to the one that she had been living as just a regular citizen.
Omertà was not something you looked down your nose at or something that you didn't take seriously. It was something that you could be killed for, if you spoke to the wrong person about something, you would end up dead for breaching one rule.
Even knowing all of this, knowing how much things were going to change, it still never crossed her mind to end things with Liam. She had fallen hard, and fast. It scared her, but not being with him scared her more.
She didn't want to think of what would happen once her family found out that she was alive, and now in a relationship with a man in another Mafia family.
Her mind briefly thought about what would happen when Epifanio found out; it made her stomach twist with dread.
What if he did remember her?
What if he was willing to do whatever he had to for her debt to be repaid?
Funnily enough, she wasn't worried about herself. She was worried about Liam. She still had no idea where he sat on the chain of command within his own family. Was he an enforcer like her father, an underboss?
Thinking of him had her wanting to call him and tell him that she didn't need to wait, that she knew what she wanted; it was something she had tried to do that the same day he left her leaning against her desk.
When she had called his phone was off, her calls went straight to voicemail and even that was set up to remind her that he would be waiting until Friday.
"Rowen, I'm not answering because you need the time to think. I mean it. When Friday comes, I'll turn the phone back on, but not a minute sooner. Please lucciola, take the time..."
Each time she called, she left a message, she was hoping that he'd be checking them and she'd be able to catch him, but whenever she called it was off which only seemed to set her anger off more.
She had made up her mind, but he was determined to send her crazy by making her wait.
By the time Friday finally came around Rowen was a mess. Her nerves were shot, she couldn't concentrate at work that entire day, and talking to anyone was a nightmare.
