![]() ![]() I should have run when I still had the chance. “I enter alive and I will have to get out dead.” The last few words of the oath that men swore when they were inducted into the mafia could just as well have been the closing of my wedding vow: ![]() There was no way out of this union for me. Until death do us part wasn’t an empty promise as with so many other couples that entered the holy bond of marriage. A daily reminder of the golden cage I’d be trapped in for the rest of my life. What was meant as a sign of love and devotion for other couples was nothing but a testament of his ownership of me. Luca’s strong hand was firm and steady as he took mine and slipped the ring onto my finger. ![]() My fingers shook like leaves in the breeze as I raised them, my heartbeat hummingbird quick. ![]()
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