Being in the mafia had its privileges. Being a capo in the Russo family had even more. When Marla came to me asking for help in avenging her brother's death, I agreed . . . for a price. Marriage. To me. A mafia capo . . . the type of man she'd sworn off years ago. She would learn: Nothing in this life was free. And in exchange, I wanted her. Whether she could handle who I was... or not. I thought I had the...