The Capo Who Forgot His Beloved Wife

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o treats me like a servant while parad

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es and said, "You use your voice t

is guards to

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r the

t he had

led, the walls blocking his m

had escaped and built

ide my gate, weeping, beg

erything, Elen

scars on my lips and

t fix thi

give me the last

pte

Vitiel

for me, clutching the paperwork that would reduce his empir

he New York Famiglia, a man whose shadow alone

emory where my name used to be. And I am nothing more than th

e Gilded Lily w

moke clung to the heavy velvet curtains. This hotel was a front for the Moretti money

h leather sofa in the

as tailored to hide the holsters at his ribs, his dark hair

was perched

acing the line of his jaw with a manicured nail. It was a public disp

parade his mistress

not remember I

a contractual obligation force

d towar

le floor, a rhythm like a ticking

mething into Carla's ear that made her giggle,

red my

mine. There was no rec

t, Elena?"

used to make my toes curl. Now

out the

ed for the propert

in the mirror for a thousand mornings. It was

for the folder without sh

n't re

anity projects or a supplier contract for the hotel kitchen. H

at pumped cash into the New York Famiglia. Without th

n. The ink flowed

My heart hammered against my ribs. I was stealing back my f

ssing the folder on

at me wi

id. "Fix it. Carla deserves organic

smirke

," she cooed. "He get

e folder. My han

pinky finger brushed agains

as violent and

f I were acid. He s

ge of the marble table. Bone me

p my arm, h

uch me,"

r from the table and scrubbed h

re unc

ng in the a

ks assau

Me reaching for him, weeping with relief. Him looking at m

in the guest wing while he brought women home. F

throbbing wris

ry," I w

t. Stick to the

d. He looke

the bruise forming on my pale skin, and his brow furrowed. S

y pain bo

ocess it, Carla pu

m the unboxing of the p

ed the ca

the fans,

ace harde

ed me. "Carry her bags.

red a

" I said softly.

up. He tow

ice deathly quiet. "You are a burden. A tax I pay

d his ba

inside m

a quiet severance. The tether of hope I had b

d her phone

od side,"

at Dante's broad back. I

ed the

idn't f

shed the device

und echoed like a gunsh

s hand went to his wa

n't f

pregnant!"

ut of my throat,

s to get the ring! She's playing y

e fr

over his gun. H

brought a hand to his head, grimacing as i

me. Really

ips p

ove?" he

across the dist

he gave me on ou

t sound like

like a gh