My Mafia Husband's Deadly Secre

, the most feared Mafia Don in New York. I mistook his la

divorce, he laughed. An hour later

n a dark street corner in the pouri

ansaction, a pact made to settle my father's debts. I was just a placeholder, a substitute

ligation he could discard at will. He thought I was too weak, too dep

d just run and hi

ut of pride. To break a pact with a Don, you can't just run. You have to be prepared for war. And standing th

pte

sia

I asked my husband for

llights of his armored car vanish into the night, his mistress safely inside. Tha

car, the air thick with the smell o

ct, Dante," I said, m

iglia, the Devil of New York-this wasn't a request. It

rain-streaked window, the city lights blurring into

m your wife. And I w

old as a winter night, landing on me. He was beautiful, in the way a panther is beautiful right before it snaps your neck. His power was a physical thing, a palpable weight crus

was my

ole between us. The name on

ference melted away, replaced by a flicker

cked

his voice a low,

ened, his brow furrowed with concern. "Are y

d an order at the dr

," he sa

in outside suddenly see

devoid of any emotion. He was already d

er. The door beside me unlocked with a soft click.

dn't

t sound. "Alessia, don

he side of the road?" My voice tr

needs

estion hung in the ai

saw an obligation. A transaction. The blood oath he'd made to his dying Nonna to settle my f

built for me, the private screenings of classic films-it was all a performance for a ghost. I'd only learned the truth a week ago, from her b

never seen you, Sia. Not the real

ut of t

thout a backward glance, leaving me in the pouring rain. Water soaked through my thin dress, plasterin

in my pocket. A

When you're ready, I'm

ripping onto the glass. He thought

uld hunt you to the ends of the earth, not out of lov

with a Don, yo

e, drenched and discarded, I realized I was. I wou