Cillian

Monster. Criminal. Terrifying. Many come to mind, but only one word can illustrate the constant terror associated with the man of my nightmares. Cillian. My testimony put the Irish gangster behind bars-that was-until my ambitious father negotiated my hand in marriage for a sliver of the Irish organized crime scene. We shouldn't even be able to marry, but the laws have changed. Meaning a pure blooded Irishman can marry a Black girl like me. That's not even my biggest problem. He doesn't know...