Chapter 11 - QUEEN OF CHICAGO
"I once made a business arrangement that almost cost me my life," Lorenzo said, his voice thick with emotion. "I am not a man who makes the same mistake twice. I don't want a merger, Evelyn. I want you. I want the woman who looked death in the face and slipped me a napkin just because she hated bullies."
Tears pricked Evelyn's eyes. Six weeks ago, she had been stressing over a past-due electric bill and counting wrinkled dollar bills in a cramped apartment. Now, she was looking into the soul of the most dangerous man in the city, realizing that to him, she was the most precious thing in the world.
"I don't know how to be a mafia wife," she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek.
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Lorenzo smiled, a genuine, breathtaking smile that reached his eyes. He slipped the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly. "You won't be a wife, Evelyn. You'll be a partner. My equal. My queen."
He kissed her deeply, sealing a vow that no bullet or betrayal could ever break. Outside the window, the sun rose over a city that had been torn apart and put back together by a single drop of spilled wine and a brave waitress. Evelyn leaned into Lorenzo's embrace, looking at the diamond on her hand. She had broken her one golden rule of staying invisible, and in return, she had won the world.
