A Gun to His Head

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" Nora shouted. She shot up from the leather couch, the sudden movement knocking her knees against the low coffee table. "Marriage contract?"

Tullio cleared his throat, pulling her attention to a new stack of stapled pages in his hands. He stepped forward and slid them across the polished mahogany desk. "Miss Hayes, this is standard protocol. Families of Don Valerio's stature us