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The Capo's Scarred Wife: A Vicious Comeback

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 1265    |    Released on: 05/01/2026

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fight through the haze of morphine and register

own left

erile, and biting cold. It was the private clinic the Outfit used for bullet wound

d to s

neck, stealing the breath from my lungs. I gasped, fa

, Miss V

the monitors, his back to

pathy. "We had to perform a debridement to remove the

c

ndage covering my should

r creak

e air in the room shifted, becoming heavy wi

Matteo

ir ties gone, their eyes bloodshot and wide with panic. But

, taking a hesitant

hed for

hockwave of pain through my shoulder, but I would hav

as if I'd

teo said, his voice rough. He h

ry. It smelled like

ote it in the waiting room. She's devas

oice sounded like shards o

aking into his tone. "The tube malfunctioned. The kickb

staring blankly at the ceiling tiles,

Luca snapped. "Don

cold. "Because she's fragile? And I'm ju

, his voice rising. "She's terr

shoul

didn't com

from the

filled the frame. He was wearing his long tren

ntion, their spines straighteni

said, his vo

me. He looked at the bandages. Then, slowly,

voice was quiet. Lethal. "Taste her f

d fast," Lu

ed," my father said. He walked into the room and

Matte

s. Gun

placed their Glocks on the bedside table with sh

"You are stripped of your rank. You a

personal guard st

girl. So

forgetting himself. "Sir,

ake," my father s

world, that meant a

mean it!" Ma

," my fa

s eyes begging me to

oked out the window at

silence

, the silence

guards outside should have stopped her, but t

ide with a frantic, performative terror. Luca and Matteo

med. "Please! You ha

e impact sent a shockwave of white-hot agony throug

ff my bed,

Luca said, his voice shaking. "They're go

" I a

's sorry!" M

sucked all the air out of the small room. "I'll do

dinner on the side table. It was a dull, serrated b

he debt!" s

he blade acro

insipid line of red beaded on her

knife and clutching her arm as if

" Luca

h like she was hemorrhaging. Then he look

you wanted?" h

, looking at the pathetic

jaw tig

up the f

gripped the blade in hi

ood-welled up instantly and d

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" Luca said, star

ok the bloody knife from Luca

r debt," M

lled the room, overpowering t

at thei

me. They had cut those same palms ten years ago

to save a social climber w

to them, finally snapped. It wasn't a loud noise. It w

ay her debt,"

od pooling near the

efaulted on

call button

d. "And take you

nd his bleeding hand. He looked at

Elena," he said

here," I

m, cooing over her scratch, leav

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The Capo's Scarred Wife: A Vicious Comeback
The Capo's Scarred Wife: A Vicious Comeback
“I was the Chicago Outfit's princess, and Luca and Matteo were my sworn protectors. We had mixed our blood at ten years old, promising that nothing would ever touch me. But that oath turned to ash the night Sofia Ricci aimed a Roman candle at my chest. The firework slammed into my shoulder, igniting my silk dress instantly. As I rolled on the concrete, screaming while the flames ate into my skin, I waited for my boys to save me. They didn't. Instead, I watched through the smoke as they rushed to Sofia. They wrapped their jackets-the ones meant to shield me-around the girl who had just set me on fire, comforting her because the "kickback" had scared her. They let me burn to keep her warm. When I woke up in the hospital with permanent scars, they brought me a letter of apology from her and defended her "accident." They even cut their palms to pay her debt, ignoring the fact that I was the one in bandages. That was the moment Elena Vitiello died. I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I simply packed my bags and defected to the one place they couldn't follow: the arms of Dante Moretti, the lethal Capo of New York. By the time they realized their mistake and came crawling back to beg in the rain, I was already wearing another man's ring. "You want forgiveness?" I asked, looking down at them. "Burn for it."”
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