The Day My Son Chose Another Mother

Seven months into my pregnancy, I happened to overhear a conversation between the husband who shared my bed and the penniless girl my Family had taken in off the street.

"Salvatore, if your wife ever learns the child in her belly came from our blood and not hers, she might be angry enough to put a bullet in her own head. Don't you think?" Lucia said, and let a soft laugh slip out.

"Better for everyone if she did. Then every inch of Falcone territory passes to me." Salvatore's voice was flat as cold marble. "The only trouble is if she renounces me before witnesses and casts me out.