My Cold Heart: Rejecting The Mafia Boss

My husband, the Outfit’s most feared Consigliere, stood up and buttoned his suit jacket.

He had just convinced a jury that Sofia Moretti was innocent.

But we both knew the truth: Sofia had poisoned my mother over a spilled martini on her Valentino dress.

Instead of comforting me, Dante looked at me with cold, dead eyes.

"If you make a scene," he whispered, gripping my arm until it bruised, "I will bury you in a psychiatric ward so deep even God won't find you."

To protect the Family alliance, he sacrificed his wife.

When I tried to fight back, he drugged me at a gala.