~CHAPTER 70~
I didn't want to be touched, didn't want to be comforted. I was too busy trying to process the bombshell my grandmother had just dropped.
An heir?
A bride? Was she seriously suggesting that I settle down, start a family?
The thought was absurd, laughable even. Me, Romeo, the ruthless and cunning head of the Salvatore family, tied down to a wife and kids? No, I didn't think so.
I don't want an heir nor a bride. I didn't want the responsibility, the vulnerability, the constant worry that came with having a family in our line of work.
We were in the Mafia, after all, where loyalty was a luxury and death lurked around every corner.
Taking a bride would mean taking a weakness, a liability that could be exploited by our enemies.
And I didn't need that. I didn't need the weight of someone else's safety on my shoulders. I didn't need the constant fear of losing someone I married, of leaving them behind to pick up the pieces of a shattered life..
