Too Late For The Mafia Don's Regret

k my marriage to the mo

h me to stare at his mistress, Isabella, I subtracted one. Eve

ro, I was lying in a sec

dent. I was pregnant, and t

ing, told me they couldn't give m

entire supply of O-negative blo

n shock." He prioritized her comf

t the

l note: *You bought her comfort with your

Dante found me at

s knees in front of hundreds of people. He begged, tears streaming down

an, the man standing beside m

ay from Dante's gri

ad things, Mr. Moretti.

pte

elonged to the most feared man in Chicago, and

simple ma

d through me like I was nothing more than a pane of glass, I subtracted one

, I would break the Ome

oak door c

walk

he city's toughest criminals tremble in their boots. He had a jawline that could cut glass and eyes the color of espresso o

used to make my stomach flip. Now, it just mad

ed the

I said. "I thought w

t he didn't ask what it was. He didn't care. To him, my

o the liquor cabinet. He poured a scot

rstood

him into this marriage on his deathbed. A Blood Oath. *

ried me. He put me in this gilded

s heart with I

otic hemorrhage of colors that induced a migraine just by looking at it. Isab

ut I was the intr

buzzed o

tly. The indifference vanished, re

te barked in

ckles turn white

demanded. "I

d, he would have used a coaster. I bought hi

ard the door. He was moving fast, with a fr

tood up. "Wh

ing his jacket. "The wareh

said, confused. "Why does the D

looked at me, and for a second

e said. "It's her collecti

bel

nto a fire for h

ce steady despite the crack in my chest. "You ar

owled, "I will burn th

l

ed back in, heav

r soldiers, came in to collect Dante's laptop

Why is that wareho

e Boss... he built it for Ms. Vance. Climate control

ded s

ortress for

thered to fix the lea

in his chair. I

the corner. Aerial footage of flames lickin

ure, was seen pulling a woman from the blaze. He has

is empire, risked the stability of the entire Outfit, just

ed up

inst the paper until

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y poin