Rory Carter is my name, and I am a nasty person.
I often wonder if my weekly confessions to the Sinners Anonymous hotline will be sufficient to repair the burnt soul that lies behind this beautiful appearance.
The only nice deed I've ever done was marry the seventy-something boss of the Cosa Nostra to save my father.
Under the artificial grin and tight clothes, I'm burning with resentment, but I managed to maintain composure.
Was.
Until my fiance's nephew shows up unannounced for dinner.
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