Mafia Capo: I Regret Losing My Lifeline

At my engagement party with the Sicilian mafia heir, his Capo brought out five velvet boxes and had him pick out our token of love blindfolded. "If he gets it wrong, he has to kiss the bride's ex in front of everyone!" The hall erupted in laughter. Only I clutched my dress tighter. In the first box were cufflinks I'd bought him with three years of savings. He weighed it and tossed it back on the table carelessly. "Too light. Elena wouldn't buy something this cheap." The second held the amulet I'd sewn into his coat after nursing him through three assassination attempts. He didn't even touch it. "She'd never care for something so tacky." The third was Bianca's diamond anklet. The moment his fingers grazed it, a smile spread across his face. "This one's hers." The Capo roared with laughter. "Boss, you're done for! That's Bianca's!" He pulled off the blindfold and shrugged lazily. "Then I guess I'm lucky." I stared at the scratched cufflink in the velvet box. Three years of taking bullets for him—lighter than a single diamond. I stood up and dropped my ring into the champagne. "Dante, you didn't pick wrong." "You were dying to pick wrong."

Oleh Stormborne Princess