Married The Don's Enemy on Our Wedding Day

I gave Sean Locke ten years — clawed him out of the ashes, built his crew from nothing, made him the youngest Don in New York. The night before our wedding? I caught him in bed with another woman. He lit a cigarette and smiled: ""You get the wedding, baby. She gets the marriage license.""

So I gave him the wedding.

Just not the groom.

I walked down that aisle on the arm of Dante Vaughn — the London Don who's been Sean's rival for a decade, and my ""punishment"" my parents set aside for me ten years ago.

Turns out my punishment had been waiting for me his whole life.