Broken Strings: The Mafia Wife's Exit

aunt, the formidable Matriarch of the Moretti

s it?" I

expression one of

, Gianna. You are

haking at my sides. "It's miss

leaning," she said dismissively,

strument but me," I sna

," she said. "She

urse

rched down the hall to the

e door stepped f

father, the Don of New York, had instilled in me. "Or I wi

ervous glance, hes

m and threw open

ntain of pillows. She looked like a tragic

sitting in the

om, buttoning his cuffs. His hair was w

ered here.

n hit me like

Dante asked, his voice wear

id, my voice trembling.

shaking fing

don't know what you're talking about, Gianna. W

elongs to me," I said, venom coa

snapped. "You ar

m

arge walk-in closet in

Dante warned,

e closet d

hoes. Bags. The scent of ex

back behind a stack of

c

. It was heavy. I unlatche

lid, a scream to

ged. Deep, ugly scratches marred the var

had taken a key and car

ch," I w

me, a tiny, triumphant smirk playi

ink. I didn

he room and

like a gunshot

to the side. She let

faster than

nfully behind my back. He shoved me

r," he roared. His eyes

pointing at the cello. "Look at

He looked back at Sofia, who was holding

he said coldly. "It's tras

red a

t w

d, my voice breaking. "It is

aid, his denial absolute. "

is ly

tone final. "Now get out. Before I forget that you are a V

t on the edge of the bed and ge

" he whispe

ogizing to

y broken cello case and d

icked on the

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