Chapter 9

|| SANCIA ALEKSEEV's POV ||
If the devil had a face, Vincenzo Russo was the name of it. I heard many customs regarding Mafia marriage. The custom of brotherhood was one of them when the groom had to take the bride in front of everyone. Thankfully, my late husband wasn't a Don when we got married. I didn't need to worry about the custom but I was marrying Don now. The customs and responsibilities all would be another burden for me.
I gritted my teeth together when I saw Vincenzo smirking. I was pretty sure that he would be damn following the custom if I didn't obey his order. Vincenzo voiced again, circling his thumb on my waist,