The Consigliere's Second Wife

My father was arrested at his desk on a Thursday. By Monday, the family had decided what I was for. Married to Salvatore Rossi, sixty-one years old, consigliere, ten years a widower, the coldest man in the business. He has not said more than twenty words to me since the wedding. He gave me a study of my own. He gave me the books. He did not expect me to find what my father was arrested for hiding. And he did not expect to spend the next year burning down every name in it, one at a time, without ever telling me why. A forced marriage age gap mafia romance.