*Alessandro*

I woke up every morning of the trip believing that I was dreaming.

I was a monster. I was a murderer. I was a schemer and a criminal. I had friends in prison for things I had helped them do. I deserved no happy ending. And yet, here I was, on top of the world.

Mob business wasn't pretty. It wasn't beautiful, and there were no stunning, incredible women locked away in stone towers. But Rebecca wasn't locked away. She was here because she wanted to ...