The Blind Don's Unwanted Ghost Wife

thy bed in a ba

rneas so the Mafia man I loved c

behind, watching another woma

. Believing the lie that I had abandoned him

hell is s

h. He absolutely refused to believe the fact that I was already

right in his face that Dante finally realized

ove him comp

world down just to b

please wa

pte

na's

because he needed my heart to sav

of a dim warehouse. As the Don of the Cosa Nostra,

fur of a small white cat. Yet, his eyes were lock

other

blood dripped from his chin, each one landing with

eaned f

man, Leo," he murmured dangerously

soldier stepped up and kicked the back of Le

ent of spirit, trying to throw myse

m, but I was nothing

ight through his

Aside from bearing agonizing witness to it a

He looked up at the Don. "Gianna... is gone," he mumbled, r

"Lies," he spat, taking the truth a

ut? Fine." He raised a hand, signa

o my brother's ribs with dull thuds. Leo's a

ke it was tearing my own n

but this cold, heartless world had

a is gone," he repeated, his voice

rabbed it by the scruff of the neck and tossed it

he electricit

wires onto the metal chai

ed violently again

spreading rapidly across his pants as white

into my brother's line of sight.

is a two-faced traitor. Frankly, I co

aking no effort to hid

failing." He paused. "I need to carve open Gianna's ches

ely alone in the vast

the day I f

erce, fiercely protective Mafia heir. I a

tal bed, he was completely stri

und mob surgeon and willingly sacrificed my own

infection in that f

other and brother to swear to

d them

e because I couldn't stomach th

riend, Capo Matteo, to era

I loved wouldn't have to ca

soul ne

, trapped as a silent

cesca, step into the light. I watched h

ing heart to manipulate his misplaced rag

craping metal echoed through the warehouse

g deadpan at Leo. "If you lose your hands, w