Savannah
"T-That's up to you. I told you I wouldn't force you to marry me. If you want to..."
My heart pounded against my chest. I had no delusions; Luciano Vitale may be in my hands, but he'll still kill me, if he has to.
"October 11th. Let's get married on October 11th."
His whiskey brown eyes poured hope on me, burning all the way down my throat.
"That's two weeks from today. Are you sure--"
"You'll do it for me though. Right?"
I turn on the charm. The Make-Luciano-Do-What-I-Want-Charm. Honestly, I'm starting to feel bad. The poor shlub is hopeless. I'd think, for a mafia Don, he'd know better.
Apparently not. I see that glaze cover his eyes, that furrow in his brow that says, I know this is a bad idea, but Kitty eyes.
"Why?" He looks past me, avoiding eye contact "What are y
