My Mafia Husband’s Alibi Was Dinner

I was waiting for security to wave me out of the Moretti estate when a post caught my eye on a private message board where people connected to New York’s crime families traded gossip under fake names.

“Got a girl I want to bring home. Problem is, my wife handles collections for her father, so I never know when she’ll be back. How do I keep her from catching us?”

Growing up around mobsters had taught me that some men put more thought into hiding an affair than staying faithful.

Still, I kept reading.

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