Trapped In A Mafia Marriage

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dn't get divorced. Our marriages were contracts sealed in blood and tradition, unbreakable

id, her voice dev

stly. Just sign the silly thing, Dante

o urged, tugging on my sleeve.

awled my name on the signature line without reading a single word. It was a piece of pa

me over. Instead, she just stood there, her eyes as empty as a winter sky. We lef

a block of ice. It was the absence of her pain. I was so used to feeding on

us against her. We flaunted our happy family facade, hoping to crack her frozen exterior

tments. A minor jolt. Seraphina, ever the actress, cried out that her injured ank

inted it out. "Dante, l

till, not making a sound, just watching me with those dead eyes. For a moment, I struggled.

ger. "It's just a scratch," I said

echoed, his voice a per

e and pressed it to the wound herself. She took care of her own

cones, were planning a move. A warning. They wanted to show me they could to

ting, the alarms were blaring. They had bee

to chairs, yards apart. And strapped to each of them was a bomb, the red

n time," my most trusted Soldie

e in my legitimate front company. Losing her would be a logistical nightmare. Alessia... Alessia w

s spurred me on. It was the logical choice.

t to Seraphina's shrieking. It was that calmness that seale

me back for you, Alessia!" I shouted, the words tas

ok at her.

tumbled out into the night air, she looked back over my shoulder

This was not a rival family's move. This was a test. Her test. Seraphina had orchestrated the whole thin

r than anything I had ever felt, washe

a deafening roar of fire and shr

y world had just been extinguished, and I was the one who had let the fire cons