Page 138 of Big Trouble in a Little Mafia

Her gaze swings toward mine. “How do you feel about that?”

I release a long breath. “Good, actually. Revenge is the reason I got into this business. I don’t live that life anymore. I have love, family, and peace. Andrea and I rebuilt our families. There’s good people in place to help him lead. I can step in as a consultant when needed or for wet work.”

“And there it is,” she laughs. “What if I scaled back my time in Naples?”

“I would never ask you to do that, love. The Fratellanza is part of your legacy.”

“Yes, but you’re my legacy too. The most important part. Plus”—she turns to face me—“I thought I married a fisherman. Let’s get the house in Mazara de Vallo we’ve been eyeing. You can move your operations there if it makes sense, and I can shift—”

My mouth crashes into hers. I don’t know how I got lucky with Bianca, but I’ll spend the rest of eternity in gratitude. She brought light to the darkest places in my life.

Quannu amuri tuppulìa, ‘un lu lassari ‘nmenzu la via. When love knocks, be sure to answer it, as my father would say.

“Are you okay being married to a fisherman?” I have millions in the bank from my businesses, but semantics.

My wife’s smile is infectious. “Yes. Are you okay with being married to one of the biggest crime bosses in Italy?”

I smile back. “You’re my kind of trouble.”

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