On his death bed my father had one wish, or two in my perspective. First that i try to live a peaceful life, one he couldn't ever dream of. Second to marry the son of his partner. As the first could only be achieved by the actualisation of the second. He wanted me to wash my hands clean of the mafia, he hadn't raised me to even pick a gun. He wanted a man who would protect me but would have me locked up behind him always. I hadn't even met my future husband but i walk down the aisle at the ripe age of twenty to be tied to a man i knew nothing of
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