The Jilted Ex-Wife Is A Mafia Boss

out my mother in our basement, pretendi

Capo, thought she was just

te daughter, he decided to marry me

ng that my mother and I were doing dark magi

lew into a

ashes in the snow. Let's see ho

e with a salt-soaked leather

degrees, and I was pronounced dead before t

taring at the safehouse door, waiting

o punish had been forced to drink poison

ed his brutal abuse just t

d was that my mother

nd while my father was still screaming at a ghos

ing winter cold was gone. I was lyin

ng a sharp suit and ruling the city's un

pte

etta

to mist before my eyes, my father-the most ruthless Capo of the Ro

k cream bled through the cracks and

off as collateral to a rival cartel. And

I had been guarding th

no was a man who ordered entire bloodlines erased with a subtle turn of

rable door, he sounded like a man

a costly mistake. As he told it, his precious Serena had signed a bad guarantee with the Lucchese

's daughter, had only been in the family for two years. He argued to the silent house that he could not trust Bianc

knees up until my chin rested upon

as silent as a tomb, ho

cking through the stillness like a gunshot. He screamed that my mother wa

ormed off, leaving the crushed pastry

ars ago, I had watched her body disappear. And I had made s

they believed tha

even years old when I learned the truth: