Page 89 of Mob Princess

He bit his lip and smiled. “There was no offer to accept, Bonnie. Only a moment for you to take for yourself and realize exactly what you were born to do.”

I smiled. “I’m going to run the Moretti family.”

“Yes, you are.”

“And I’m going to make sure this family stands by a moral code they should’ve stood by when my uncle was plotting my father’s demise.”

He kissed my forehead. “There’s my good girl.”

I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

As Israel cradled me in his arm, I thought about the future. About what it would mean on the streets for me to step up and assume the head position of the family. What would they think? What would they do? Would it open us all up for attack? Or would people gun for us even harder?

“Settle that mind, for now, beautiful. One step at a time,” Israel whispered.

I smiled. “You always can read me like a book.”

“And that will never change, beautiful.”

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