CHAPTER 25

I stared at Alexander, moping bluntly after he just said the words that came out of his mouth. I wanted to speak, but my tongue felt tied, and my brain felt frozen, frozen enough to not be able to put words together in context to make it make sense.

And he only repeated himself one more time.

"The men of my family…" he said again. "Are the CEOs of a Mafia Empire."

I heard him the first time.

All I just wanted to do was put two and two together, and see my husband in that light.

It was the most difficult thing ever.

"Mafia Empire," I said, I repeated. "I mean, that just means you sell drugs, right? An organized high class drug selling business…"

I tried to say it that way to numb the gravity of what else it could mean. I had read about people like that before, and I had seen them in movies before. I knew the kind of shadiness that could be linked with such a line of work, the kind of blood you would have to touch, and the number of lives you may have to take. But, I couldn't see Alexan