Waking Up To The Mafia Don's Betrayal

nly to find my death certificate f

looked at me like a miracle, but he w

, living in my house, and standing be

al wasn't the mistr

aby, he recoiled in terror and

y!" he

you're a monster!

e. She didn't just steal my husband; she rew

alliance, Dante forc

ack to finish the job, Dante ran past my ble

ged me from my recovery bed. He forced

watching the life drain out of me to fil

dn't just leave.

s edge and let the world believe E

dience of a global tech summit in Zur

in a white suit, looki

ate Harding,"

d to burn his

pte

dried and filed away, signed by the man who was cu

torium, my muscles atrophied and my mind racing to

iello sat

by the cut of his bespoke Italian suit and the way the guards outside the glass do

pressing his forehead against my

s

ed pas

like people witnessing a resurrection. They looked like people who h

. My voice was like gra

"He is at the est

p. The machines

to see

mmand, not a suggestion. "There are complications, Elena. The world thinks

hat arrangements mean

needed money. I needed to access the crypto-ledger I had built for the family, the

e's tablet when s

d into

Deceased. Ac

my gover

Date of Death: May

n my neck. It wasn't just a cov

ffice. He was a small man who smelled of

to me with

h certificate. Cause

ello. Witnessed by C

pty coffin while I la

screamed. The Architect-the woman who wrot

ded to

n the phone. "Stay there,

ut the front door and

ent

My heart hammered against my ribs, not from love, but from a

ened. We pulled u

nt door

looked regal, powerful

e stepp

a Bi

s that looked suspiciously like one I had bought in Milan. She s

boy ran out from

big now. He had Dante'

and stumbled out. My

I cri

me with confusion, then f

g on Sofia's dress. "Who

a

an the truck that had ram

Leo's hair. "Go

he edge of a fresh sheet of paper. "Welcome h

Elena, please. It was a political marriage. The Bianchis were goin

ad followed in the second car

me," I w

you," my fat

e man I had taken a bullet for. T

anding next to Sofia, he looked like a man wh

It was the burner phone I had

wn Nu

, keeping my

distorted voice said. "O

is

vatore. T

val Don. The man who k

s don't belong in the land of the living. Come work for me. I will give you

tching me from the window, his

nte, who was r

up th

am not leaving until I