Broken Oath: The Surgeon's Spectacular Comeback

I am the best trauma surgeon in the New York mafia. For five years, I used my underground surgical earnings to fund my fiancé Dante's rise to Capo.

But after a grueling six-hour surgery saving his soldier, I walked out into the pouring rain to find his new ward, Sofia, sitting in my front passenger seat.

In our world, the front seat of a Capo's car is a throne that belongs exclusively to his future wife.

Yet Sofia was sitting there, wearing his tailored coat and drinking from the custom silver flask I bought him.