The Neglected Wife's Ultimate Mafia Comeback

Julian, a ruthless Capo

convoy was ambushed

d floor of the car, my husband was

ide," he told her, never o

to watch him fl

ked her luxury suites in Tokyo, and bought

edient, blind wife, he publicly humiliate

erless figurehead he could control and

the family, yet he treated me worse than dirt while

lect, enraged by the audacity of a

r wedding ring and left

o Dante Falcone, the exiled heir who had

o burn my husband's

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aze on the dashboard's green numerals, tracing their shapes until they blurred into meaningless light. My throat constricted around an unswallowed breath as he discussed champagne vintages with the concierge

my palms, leaving four perfect, bloodless cresc

tailored suit, not bothering

Tokyo run requires a delicate hand to finalize the new shipping

nsciously relaxing the muscles around my mouth

fests are of no con

tched taut over his knuckles, turning them the color

r you to use with me, Sienna. I am the Capo.

The heavy vehicle lurched, its tires groaning against the curb at

as my cage, its every camera and pressure-pl

, smiling for the blinding strobes of the press cameras

lowing the faint light from the gearshift. The sharp, me

his voice low. "The ph

my he

d something bitter-was the same one that clung to Mi

this filth private," I said

s out a ha

o park, the chassis gro

ation staff turned their h

e rule just to punish

t," he

epped onto the pavement, the brisk morn

teps of the foundation

ng the associates li

ooking at m

great weight of diamond

ting on the marble edge of hi

my private office a

a low hum emanated from my bag. My secure phone, vibrating against a leather wallet. I drew it

e dissolution by noon. If you fail, I will butcher

ir, the city's phantom surgeon who had s

ecome a surgeon-but who had saved so many lives in the underworld that he now

se; they were a statement of fact, and m

onths

el's convoy

indows, spraying the backseat with ch

while Julian, on the phone with Mia, was

sked if I

the last, got me to

where I m

figure of ink and quiet menace, his hands unnervingly steady

t ask for

was married

te merely looked at me, his eyes holding

ce a low resonance that seemed to emanate from the

hill of my marriage and the insis

gle letter b

Y

coming fire. For the