Secret and Lies: A Mafia Love Gone Wrong

The elevator dropped from the penthouse. The crash was deafening—metal screeching, the floor giving way beneath us.

I felt sharp pain and warm blood soaking my clothes. Panic hit me hard; I realized my baby was gone.

When the paramedics finally got there, they wrapped me in bloody bandages, lifting my broken body onto a stretcher.

In the chaos, I caught a glimpse of Nicolo, my husband who is the leader of a dangerous mafia. He walked in with his new toy, Britney. He had his arm around her, keeping her close, whispering, “Don’t look at her. She’s pitiful.”