Alessia
My dowry.
“Are you calling my brother?” I ask as Vlad leads me into a master suite.
“Da.” He retrieves a tablet from the leather satchel he always has with him.
“Which one?”
“I’m calling Junior. Is he not the head of the Family?”
I lift one shoulder. “Yes and no. Officially, yes. But Nico holds the financial power.”
“Yes, Nico. He runs the Bellissimo.”
Flutters fly in my belly. Just talking about my brothers makes them seem closer. More able to find me and rescue me. “Can I talk to them?”
“If you’re good. I will put you on video so they can see you are well. But no funny business.” He points a stern finger at me.
I look down at the wedding gown. They will see me on my wedding day. My eyes sting. Married to a criminal. That part was expected, I just thought it would be one
