After a few minutes of talking and being introduced all over again into the cosa nostra italia. The room quieted as the introductions came to an end, and the weight of the whatever was about to go one seemed to be forced down on me even if I have no idea of it. I was no longer just a wife—Bianca’s words, delivered in that sharp, matter-of-fact tone of hers, echoed in my ears. Alphonse’s voice followed, laying out what was expected of me before me. I wasn't brought her today to be to just discuss and have lunch or something. That as Lucas has put his faith in me to rule in his absence, I must not disappoint.
This was no ordinary meeting or casual initiation. This was my formal introduction into the familia—the beating heart of the Cosa Nostra Italia.
They spoke of responsibilities that we
