Blood Debt of the Falcone Bride

My betrothed, Liam Falcone, the Young Don of the most feared crime family in Crestfield, had a childhood sweetheart who stabbed a man in a nightclub. He pushed me forward to take the fall, swore a blood oath that he would marry me when I walked free.

After five years inside the joint, Liam kept his word. He arranged the alliance ceremony. But on the day I stood in the fitting room wearing the gown meant to bind me to him forever, he climbed behind the wheel of his black Maserati and drove it straight into me, shattering both my legs.