Protected By The Enforcer: My Ex-Husband's Regret

The rejection letter from the private security school arrived on a Tuesday. It stated clearly that the single slot allocated to my son, Danny, had been filled by another boy.

My husband, a high-ranking Capo, had signed away our son’s protection to make room for his mistress’s bastard.

He sneered at me, calling Danny "soft," and sent him to an unguarded cabin in the north to toughen up.

Three days later, the Russians took him.

When the courier arrived, there was no ransom demand. Just a package containing a shred of blue cotton with a green T-Rex, soaked in black, stiff blood.