Sweet Prison: An Age Gap Mafia Romance (Perfectly Imperfect Book 10)

Sweet Prison: Prologue



Nuncio Veronese’s Funeral, Boston

(Zahara, age 18; Massimo, age 35)

Just you, Nera.

Massimo’s words ring in my head as I hurry along the dirt path toward the parking lot. My vision is so blurred by tears that I can barely see where I’m stepping. I lift my arm and brush the wetness away with my sleeve.

That bastard.

“Zara! Wait!” my sister calls after me.

I quicken my pace. I’m in no shape to talk with her now. The only thing I want to do is curl up in a dark corner and cry in peace.

When he made his approach toward Nera and me, my heart was beating so rapidly that I was afraid I was going to have a heart attack. In a way, I’ve always perceived Massimo as somewhat unreal. Untouchable. Out of reach. Seeing him here, in front of me, as a real flesh-and-blood entity, almost made me faint. And my stupid heart sang with joy.

Until he crushed it with one simple sentence.

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I have no idea what he wants to discuss with my sister. Maybe he wants to lay a claim to our family’s properties. That would fit with his cunning methods.

I don’t fucking care.

He already claimed the only thing I care about. My heart.

And he squashed it.


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