I Left the Mafia Don at the Altar

Summary

My parents came all the way from a small town in Texas to New York just to talk about our wedding plans.

But my fiancé—the Rossi family's Don—was late.

My mom smiled, trying to comfort me. "Traffic's probably just bad. It's okay, your dad and I can wait a bit longer."

That "wait" lasted three hours.

I called him a fifth time before he finally picked up.

Marcello didn't even sound apologetic. "Someone broke into Valerie's apartment. She's terrified and won't stop crying. I have to stay and calm her down."

I went quiet.

This wasn't the first time.