I Left the Mafia King and Took His Empire

In the second year of our renewed blood-bound alliance, I caught Riccardo Barone with another woman for the third time.

He expected me to throw a fit, maybe even demand severance papers.

What he didn't expect was for me to do the opposite. No hysterics. No interrogation. Instead, I personally bought him a hundred condoms and a hundred sets of lingerie.

Afterward, Riccardo came to me on his own. "She threw herself at me that time..."