Beneath the Mafia Crown

When I complained that New York winters were too cold, he wiped out a rival Miami crew just to claim a private estate where I could escape the snow.

When I told him I wanted romance, he lit up the Manhattan skyline and swore on the honor of his family:

"Isabella, I will never betray you."

He planted roses for me at the old family estate in Sicily and vowed before the heads of the family that I would be the only woman he would ever love.