Reborn To Ruin The Capo's Wedding

marrying a mo

ly one who

renzo, a powerful Mafia Capo. I thought hi

Lorenzo moved his pregnant mistress, C

in her womb was the orphane

r mother a service," the Syndicate wives

ry cuts and subjected her to endless psychologica

re the exact same distinct bi

a convenient shield for his illicit affair, stealing my

ed a thief to siphon funds under the guise of caring for

I was back to the day

grabbed the torn marriage petition a

ly guarded gates of Don Salvatore, the

pte

nna

ol

marrying a mo

mistress will sleep in my mother's bed, and how, year by year, he will steal everyt

e, kneeling on freezing stones in fr

lt before the Syndicate gates, a torn marriage petition clutched in my six-ye

op my mother from marrying Capo Lorenzo tomorrow, his pregnant mistress

t. I didn't know if that was true, but I hoped he was hungry. Before him, even the most defiant Capos

was a ruthless executioner who demanded undeniable proo

sture and the weight of his power were

light catching the frost on the collars of their mink c

their gaze was a disgust so p

rms, the motion ti

, her words like chipped porcelain. "A Capo of Lorenzo's statu

stomach, a cold and sickening dread.

se sequence of events

rranged marriage, Camilla

to endless psychological torture while Lorenzo had simply turned a blind

to let history

black silk dress for the coming mob wedding

were far too short for the task

me from my thoughts as a sleek, a

oaned open, and Lo

hand holding his cigar were the color of dead fish. A practiced mask of compassion

d, he sighed softly and reached dow

ay with a force that

age petition directly onto

im, and screamed with a voice I hoped wo

s womb is not the bloodl

ded gates. The only sound was the low, hummin

seemed to ho

hand fro

k vacancy in his eyes that promised violence. I saw it. I saw

the unmoving line of guards, his thu

his voice low and raspy, as he defended Lorenzo's honor

cer's gaze. Adults were always so slow to see the tru

iving a mistress the master suite of the Capo's esta

ame from the wives, a sound like dry l

around me, their bodies form

, their voices a chaot

estion the arrangements of the Family

nguish the fire of my past life's memories-the slow starvation, the endless humiliation, the day I watched my mother's spirit finally bre