Protected By The Enforcer: My Ex-Husband's Regret

Protected By The Enforcer: My Ex-Husband's Regret

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The rejection letter from the private security school arrived on a Tuesday. It stated clearly that the single slot allocated to my son, Danny, had been filled by another boy. My husband, a high-ranking Capo, had signed away our son's protection to make room for his mistress's bastard. He sneered at me, calling Danny "soft," and sent him to an unguarded cabin in the north to toughen up. Three days later, the Russians took him. When the courier arrived, there was no ransom demand. Just a package containing a shred of blue cotton with a green T-Rex, soaked in black, stiff blood. Tom didn't shed a tear. He poured a scotch, stepped over me as I wept on the floor, and blamed me for coddling the boy. Overwhelmed by the silence of a house that would never hear my son's laughter again, I swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills to escape the pain. But the darkness didn't last. I woke up gasping, my heart hammering against my ribs. Sunlight hit my face. "Mommy?" Danny stood in the doorway, wearing his dinosaur pajamas, whole and alive. I looked at the calendar. It was May 15th. The day the letter arrived. The grief in my chest calcified into cold rage. I knew about the skimming. I knew about the fake widow status. I knew exactly how to bury my husband. I picked up the phone and dialed the one number no wife was ever supposed to call directly-the Enforcer. "I have evidence of treason," I said. "And I'm bringing the proof."

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: Sarah Miller and Alex Harrison

Protected By The Enforcer: My Ex-Husband's Regret Chapter 1

The rejection letter from the private security school arrived on a Tuesday. It stated clearly that the single slot allocated to my son, Danny, had been filled by another boy.

My husband, a high-ranking Capo, had signed away our son's protection to make room for his mistress's bastard.

He sneered at me, calling Danny "soft," and sent him to an unguarded cabin in the north to toughen up.

Three days later, the Russians took him.

When the courier arrived, there was no ransom demand. Just a package containing a shred of blue cotton with a green T-Rex, soaked in black, stiff blood.

Tom didn't shed a tear. He poured a scotch, stepped over me as I wept on the floor, and blamed me for coddling the boy.

Overwhelmed by the silence of a house that would never hear my son's laughter again, I swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills to escape the pain.

But the darkness didn't last.

I woke up gasping, my heart hammering against my ribs. Sunlight hit my face.

"Mommy?"

Danny stood in the doorway, wearing his dinosaur pajamas, whole and alive.

I looked at the calendar. It was May 15th. The day the letter arrived.

The grief in my chest calcified into cold rage.

I knew about the skimming. I knew about the fake widow status. I knew exactly how to bury my husband.

I picked up the phone and dialed the one number no wife was ever supposed to call directly-the Enforcer.

"I have evidence of treason," I said. "And I'm bringing the proof."

Chapter 1

The rejection letter from the Family's private security school wasn't just a piece of paper; it was a death warrant for my son, signed by his own father to make room for his mistress's bastard.

I stood in the hallway of our pristine suburban home, the thick cream card stock trembling in my hand.

It stated clearly that the single slot allocated to Capo Thomas Barnes had been filled.

By Kyle Spencer.

My husband walked through the front door, smelling of expensive scotch and the cloying sweetness of another woman's perfume.

He didn't even look at me.

He tossed his keys into the bowl, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the silent house.

"Danny didn't get in," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Tom loosened his tie, his expression utterly bored.

"It's complicated, Sarah. Politics."

"You gave the spot to Kyle," I said, the realization hitting me like a sucker punch to the gut. "You gave our son's protection detail to Crystal's boy."

Tom finally looked at me, his eyes cold and devoid of anything resembling love.

"Crystal is the widow of a fallen soldier," he lied, the words smooth as oil. "It brings honor to my standing to support her. The Don notices these things."

"And what about Danny?" I asked, stepping toward him with a trembling rage. "He is your blood. He is your heir."

"Danny is soft," Tom sneered, brushing past me toward the kitchen as if I were a ghost. "He needs to toughen up. I'm sending him to the cabin in the north. The isolation will do him good."

I should have fought him then.

I should have clawed his eyes out.

But I was the good wife.

I was the caged canary, trained to sing pretty songs and never peck at the hand that fed me.

So, I believed him.

I packed Danny's bag with tears in my eyes, tucking his favorite dinosaur plushie under his shirts.

I kissed his forehead at the transport hub, watching him climb into the black van driven by one of Tom's grunts.

"Be brave, baby," I whispered.

He waved at me through the tinted glass, his small hand pressed against the window.

That was the last time I saw him alive.

Three days later, the phone rang.

It wasn't Tom.

It was a soldier I barely knew, his voice shaking.

The cabin had no security.

The Russian Bratva had been watching.

They took him.

I sat on the floor, the phone slipping from my numb fingers.

Tom came home hours later.

He didn't cry.

He didn't rage.

He poured a drink and looked at me with disgust.

"Stop wailing, Sarah," he said, stepping over me as if I were a piece of broken furniture. "This is the life. People die. If you hadn't coddled him so much, maybe he would have survived the initial breach."

He blamed me.

He sacrificed our son for a political play, for a mistress, and then he blamed me.

The courier arrived the next morning.

No ransom demand.

Just a message.

Inside the package was a shred of fabric.

Blue cotton with a green T-Rex.

It was soaked in blood that had turned black and stiff.

I held it to my chest, the metallic scent filling my nose, choking me.

Tom had already left.

He was with her. Comforting her, probably.

I walked to the bathroom.

I opened the cabinet.

I poured the entire bottle of sleeping pills into my hand.

I didn't write a note.

There was no one left to read it.

I swallowed them dry, one handful after another, praying for the silence to drown out the sound of my son's voice screaming for a mother who failed him.

The darkness came quickly.

It was heavy and cold.

And I welcomed it.

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“The rejection letter from the private security school arrived on a Tuesday. It stated clearly that the single slot allocated to my son, Danny, had been filled by another boy. My husband, a high-ranking Capo, had signed away our son's protection to make room for his mistress's bastard. He sneered at me, calling Danny "soft," and sent him to an unguarded cabin in the north to toughen up. Three days later, the Russians took him. When the courier arrived, there was no ransom demand. Just a package containing a shred of blue cotton with a green T-Rex, soaked in black, stiff blood. Tom didn't shed a tear. He poured a scotch, stepped over me as I wept on the floor, and blamed me for coddling the boy. Overwhelmed by the silence of a house that would never hear my son's laughter again, I swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills to escape the pain. But the darkness didn't last. I woke up gasping, my heart hammering against my ribs. Sunlight hit my face. "Mommy?" Danny stood in the doorway, wearing his dinosaur pajamas, whole and alive. I looked at the calendar. It was May 15th. The day the letter arrived. The grief in my chest calcified into cold rage. I knew about the skimming. I knew about the fake widow status. I knew exactly how to bury my husband. I picked up the phone and dialed the one number no wife was ever supposed to call directly-the Enforcer. "I have evidence of treason," I said. "And I'm bringing the proof."”
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