I Took Half, He Kept His Queen

For five years, I was the loyal shadow behind Dominic Falcone, the ruthless Don of the Cosa Nostra.

But for the third year in a row, he forgot my birthday.

Instead, I watched him scrape my untouched birthday cake into a thermos.

"This is for Elena. She is having a severe panic attack."

With those cold words, he rushed off to comfort his Consigliere's fragile daughter.

He always claimed Elena was just a ward he was sworn by blood to protect.

Yet, he gave her the custom armored SUV he bought as my compensatory gift.