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Chapter 12

Angelo

I have one thing to take care of before I start my married life with Vittoria.

Big Ricky stops the car in front of the club, and when I get out, he follows me inside.

The place is buzzing with life, and music beats in the air as I head to the back.

I shove the office door open and find Giorgio on his knees in the middle of the room while Eddie sits on a chair by my desk with his gun in his hand. “Mr. Rizzo,” he says with urgency, tightening his words. “I don’t have a

problem with you marrying my sister.”

“Stepsister,” I correct him as I unbutton the cuffs of my dress shirt. I roll the sleeves up, then say, “This is about you beating Vittoria.”

“What?” he gasps. “I don’t know what she told you, but she lied. I have never–”

I lunge forward, and my fist connects so hard with his jaw that spittle flies into the air.

Continuing to roll up my sleeves, I say, “I fucking memorized the vows for Vittoria because I know how important the church is to her.” My eyes flick to the