Waking Up To The Mafia Don's Betrayal

Luca, but it woul

in the house where another woman was raising my son. So he

cage, luxurious

he service entr

hadows of an alley. He didn't look like a savior. He looked like a weapon. H

, handing me a

's license. Social Security card.

" I a

n," he said, his voice low and rough. "And because Dante is a fo

him. In our world, gratitude was a

o the hotel

e suite. He was pacing, a glass of scotch in his

e you?" he

ng my voice even. "Tryin

walked over to me. He smelled of expensive cologn

ou, Elena.

ket and pulled out a ve

yellow diamond. It was gaudy. It w

d. "To replace th

d. He slid the ri

past my knuckle and spun loo

s too

, Dante used to call them. Sofia has

ed to adjust it, hi

lost weight," he stamm

The ring fell onto the

my voice cold. "You bought this for her, and s

no, that

ar today, Dante, right now... who do yo

his mouth

hone

t was the one he used for hi

. His eyes darted to me

this," he said

er, isn

ness, Elena. I wi

glass door shut. I watched him answer the ca

g a war. He was soot

ed under the chandelier lights, a million dollars

ked i

trash can in t

ed against an empty soda ca

prize, Dante," I whisp

few clothes I had. I put the Kate Hardi

e back in, he

t a minor issue with a shipm

to the t

aid. "Just like I do