Chapter 721

• Proserpina faced Lucien, her eyes wide in astonishment as she stared at her husband, who had gone down on one knee before her, a gesture of supplication if you ever saw one. Not once in his entire life, had the Mafia Don ever made such a request and in an instant. Proserpina was at his side, pulling him up, her hands on his thickly coded arms as he pleaded,
• ‘Lucien, please, …”
• And then, as he gripped her waist, she cried,