#Chapter 129 – The Deal

“Seriously, Cristian?” the Don says, glaring at his son from across his desk, leaning back in his chair even though his whole body is tense. “You married the fucking stripper?” “Everyone is aware, yes?” Christian says, his eyes hard on his father, “that she’s also a student, and that dancing was her part-time job? And that I’ve known, respected, and loved her since childhood?” “God, your fucking mother,” Romano growls, shaking his head and glaring down at the floor. “Fucked you up more than we ever knew. Got you all wrapped up in fantasies about the little blonde next door, when you should be married to –“ “Iris is a wonderful woman,” Christian snaps, leaning forward in his chair and slapping his hand down on the desk. “She is not for you,” Romano barks back, instant, his eyes snapping up to meet his son’s. “It’s done,” Christian hisses, sliding his hand back across the wood and leaning back in his chair, crossing his ankle casually over his knee. “By a priest?” Romano ba