After Giving Him an Heir, I Left the Mafia Don Forever

Five years bound to Dante Falcone, and fifty-two times he betrayed the vows sworn under Omertà.

I endured it all in silence.

Until I was nine months heavy with his child.

It began with one of his kept women insulting a capo whose alliance the Family could not afford to lose. To hold the pact together, Dante Falcone — the man I called husband — demanded I make peace on his behalf by sitting down and drinking with them.

I stared at him, unable to believe it. "I'm carrying your child. You want me to drink? What if something happens—"