"Please, have a seat, we have much to discuss," Mal said, gesturing to one of the chairs on the opposite side of his desk.
Reluctantly, I sat down.
"So, did you want to meet up just to test me?" I asked. "What kind of test was that anyway?"
"One to see how you could handle this life," Mal replied.
"This life?" I asked with a raised brow.
Mal nodded.
"It's not going to be easy being the wife of a Don," he said casually.
Everything stopped for a moment.
"Sorry... a Don?" I said.
"Yes, a Don, the head of the mafia family. Specifically, in our case, the Irish mafia, the Kinahan family to be exact," he told me.
I just blinked at him.
"Should I explain wife next?" Mal asked amused.
I shook my head, trying to wrap my head around what he just said.
"Okay, hold up," I said. "Firstly, K
