I've spent a lifetime avoiding the various factions of the mafia in NYC, yet somehow I'm in it up to my eyeballs. I should be scared. I should want to run. Yet the city quivers in fear with every designer-clad footstep I take, because the Valentinis have ascended, and I'm the Don's Lady. It's intoxicating. However Luciu comes with vendettas and a craving for vengeance that could get him killed. With my allegiance tied to the Irish, can I say yes when he wants me to take an oath to the Sicilians? Is a happily-ever-after on the cards when the 'after' isn't even promised?
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