A Ballroom Shot Meant for the Silent Don

Premise

The grand ballroom was a blur of diamonds and champagne, but to Gordon Mercer, my mafia boss husband, it was just business. He stood by the towering glass doors, his tailored suit pristine, his face a flawless mask of absolute indifference. For two years, our arranged marriage had been defined by that arctic silence. He didn't love me, and he never let anyone get close enough to think he did. I took the hit for him because i loved him You were also a month pregnant, taking the hit