Jack
I stood there, excitement coursing through me as I waited for my father to finally call the president back with his decision. But in the space of a heartbeat, something shifted. The expression on his face changed, like he’d just seen a ghost. His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing. Confusion knotted in my stomach.
And then, a voice echoed from behind me.
"Marry her? Wow, finally, the Smith family has begun to act like men. I never thought I’d live to see this day."
The voice was cold and commanding, sending an involuntary chill down my spine. I turned slowly, catching sight of everyone around me wearing the same expression—shock, disbelief, maybe even a hint of fear.
Madame Elena Gambino stood there, her smirk sharp as a blade, flanked by members of the infamous Gambino family—the mos
