{Mac Allister}
" Mother, come with me "
I held my mother's arm gently as we discreetly make our way toward the tiny exit, evading the prying eyes of the gathered mafia bosses.
Their scrutinizing gazes followed us, their curiosity piqued by our sudden departure. I couldn't help but notice Rocco's lingering stare, a mix of intrigue and perhaps something more sinister.
I stood there, anger coursing through my veins, as my mother attempted to justify her decision. Her words echoed in my mind, mingling with the weight of responsibility that had been thrust upon me. The alliance through marriage, the intertwining of our family with the Tommy family, had been orchestrated without my consent, without even consulting me.
"Why don't you consult me to know my willingness?" I exclaimed, my voic
