No Forgiveness For The Ruthless Mafia Don

Prologue

At our third-anniversary party, my husband’s childhood sweetheart, Livia, pushed me into the pool.

I had been terrified of water all my life, and the life ring was drifting just in front of my hand.

And then Livia reached out and pulled it away, hugging it to her chest, while my husband Dante lifted his phone and started recording.

Dante did not even look down. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “The water’s barely two meters deep, and you took that diving course last year.”