They Gave My Wedding to My Best Friend—Then the Mafia Boss Made Me His Wife That Hour

The organ was playing the march I wrote for my own wedding—for another bride. I was still in the vestibule, in the dress. The problem? The mafia boss who married me in the sacristy fifteen minutes later had been holding our license for eleven days. He knew someone wanted me dead. And I was already in his bed when I found out.