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No Second Chance With The Cold Don

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 929    |    Released on: Today at 20:09

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gly warm, thick with the aroma of expensive cigars

, Siena sat tensely besi

nsigliere, sat at the center, hi

ish for Siena and me to produce a Falcone hei

cheeks tinting pink, an

king that he might find a crying

laughter, slamming his

broke through the

the lower-ranking shadow

ed loudly, his voice carrying across the sudden stil

abruptly. In the air, plumes of cigar smo

derboss locked onto Julian as he audacio

cenzo, casually reaching out to

ons," he argued. "A child wo

le had gone white, their faces hard

ked to me, waiting for the com

my leather chair, slo

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ce turned bla

s touch, stepping back as

ed internal affairs of the Famiglia

, his eyes wide as he claim

ross the main table at the Ass

a, his voice dropping t

Omerta," he commanded her. "Any guest m

the sound echoing i

lian sweating bullets under the crus

her chair scraping loudly

and pulled Julia

im by claiming he was just a naive student who did

yes instantly froze into a gl

Siena in the heav

Julian's smug, victorious

smirk. It would c

na ordered her personal enforcer

he car herself

unspoken violence, the only sound the rhythmic sl

iling to understand the gravity of

ulian be publicly humiliated by t

ebrow in genui

chest, freezing whatever a

ainst him all night?" I asked

nted to deal with Julian, I would

al alliance and let the syndica

elerated, the engine

turn stark white as she g

exterminating your kennel of

be done with it," I said, m

y as she pulled the car over

dark eyes fixed on me in

ed sigh, she reached

sunderstand the situ

he promised, fiercely stating

ng out into the torrential r

ed no r

fe seemingly returned to

ersary, Siena took a frantic phone

eft the estate without a s

the great clock in the hall struck the hour, its

ided to prepare the legal severance

ing cold on the table and made a single phone cal

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No Second Chance With The Cold Don
No Second Chance With The Cold Don
“I am Elias Falcone, the Don of New York. My seven-year mafia marriage to Siena Rossi was a treaty forged to bind our bloodlines, one I honored strictly because she was pure and separate from the grime of my profession. Until a childish pop song suddenly blasted from her phone. I discovered she was coddling a bottom-feeding Associate named Julian, letting him change her ringtone and trample all over the boundaries of a Don's wife. When Julian publicly disrespected our sacred hierarchy at a family banquet, she shielded him. On the night of our seventh anniversary, she abandoned our dinner to rush to his side after a staged accident. "Walk out that door, and we are finished," I warned her. She swore I was her only husband, but still pulled the door open and vanished into the freezing night to play his savior. She even marched into my study the next morning, crying and accusing me of ordering my Soldiers to beat him half to death. Did she really think a Don would use such cowardly, passive-aggressive methods? If I wanted a gutter rat dead, he wouldn't be breathing at all. She willingly indulged his disrespect and chose a manipulative coward over the man who owned her soul. So, I summoned my legal team and my most vicious Capos. I signed the divorce papers, ordered the bloodless seizure of one-third of her family's assets, and left her sobbing in the ashes of her ruined bloodline.”