A woman walks into my bridal boutique and demands the wedding dress I designed for myself. She claims she’s marrying the mafia Don—my fiancé. His signature on her purchase contract proves she isn’t bluffing.
I sold my mother’s heirloom and stood beside him through gunfire to help him become Don. Now he’s giving another woman my dress—and my place at the altar.
So I take off my engagement ring. She can have the dress. I’m done with the man. But the moment I walk away, he begins to unravel.
