This is nothing I ever pictured for myself. I’m familiar with the concept of mafia marriages, obviously—my brother just married Aida under similar circumstances. But that seems so different. My brother is a gangster. He’s a politician and a businessman too, but he was raised to this life. I wasn’t. Not even a little bit. I’m not like Callum and Aida. I’m not tough and resourceful. I’m not brave. I’m afraid of getting hurt. Physically, and in a deeper, more lasting way.
