Goodbye, Mafia Ex-Boyfriend

I stood by Franco for seven years.

I stayed with him from his days as a Brooklyn street enforcer until he became the Underboss of the Moretti family.

We promised to marry the day he fully took over the territory.

Until last month.

I saw Franco tangled up with someone else on the leather sofa of his safe house.

He said she was cold like ice and that the other woman knew exactly how to please a man.

He pinned her down.

I chose to walk away.

I heard the rumors later.

After I left.

Franco lost his mind.