Burdens We Carry (One Night, #3)

by Dana Isaly

When we go home, we’ll have another celebration with my friends there, but the initial ceremony is mafia families only.

So his best friends were RIGHT!! He IS in the mafia! HA!

I wish I could’ve grown up with parents that loved each other, but I’ve gotten something good out of watching them argue and hate each other. I now know what not to do.

I’ve always said that you can learn something from every single person you ever cross paths with.