My father's anger flared instantly. In a voice as cold as ice, he declared: "Marco, what do you think you're doing? Today is my daughter's wedding day. The Costello family does not welcome you."
Marco looked bewildered. "But isn't she marrying me? If I don't come, who else could she marry?"
No sooner had Marco finished speaking than someone snorted derisively.
The man was the Gambino family's new boss, a ruthless upstart who had once been mentored by my father before establishing himself through his own cunning.
When Marco's agreement had caused an uproar, the Gambino family had intended to unite several clans to pressure the Commission, but my father had put a stop to it.
They'd long harboured resentment towards Marco. Today was my wedding day, yet this troublesome man had to turn up
