Monster. Criminal. Terrifying.

Many come to mind, but only one word can illustrate the constant terror associated with the man of my nightmares.

Cillian.

My testimony put the Irish gangster behind bars—that was—until my ambitious father negotiated my hand in marriage for a sliver of the Irish organized crime scene.

We shouldnt even be able to marry, but the laws have changed. Meaning a pure blooded Irishman can marry a Black girl like me.

Thats not even my biggest problem. He doesnt know Im the one who sealed his fate all those years ago. So I dont know what I should be afraid of more, the thought of him wanting to end me when he learns the truth, or

Me discovering that theres more to this impulsive mobster than meets the eye.