When I Escaped to Paris, the Godfather Lost His Sanity

1.

Everyone thought I was the perfect good girl.

But no one knew what happened after dark.

Every night, right under the nose of New York's most ruthless mafia don, I was tangled up with his heir.

My stepbrother.

For five years, we hid it. Five years of stolen touches and desperate, silent promises.

Until the night I walked past the private office on the casino's top floor. The door was cracked open. I heard Julian talking to his right-hand man, Carlo.

"Boss, you took your stepsister's vir