she asked Luzo to distract from the disturbing image. He sipped the exotic tea she had brought from her trip to India for her birthday and then said, “Delizioso. Grazie.” “How is Signora Palazzo,” Sophie politely enquired, although she did not care. Gina Bocelli was a bitch. How and why Luzo wed the ice princess is a mystery, even if he wanted entry in to La Costra Nostra through a blood relation, he could have chosen better. “Bene. She is in Paris.” “And you remain here?” “I do not shop in Paris donna.” “Oh,” Sophie grimaced. So, Gina splurged on clothes and shoes, yet neglected her husband. She had been a cow young and far worse older. She pranced about haughtily, a Mafia Princess to the hilt. Unfortunately, her reputation had been sullied prior to marriage when she was caught giving oral stimulation to a Don while his wife was in labor by the scoundrel’s mother-in-law.
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