The Discarded Wife's Revenge On The Don

I stood outside the mahogany doors, balancing a tray of espresso, when I heard my husband promise his sister that my reign as the Queen of Chicago was over.

I thought being the Don's wife meant safety. I was wrong.

In a warehouse reeking of rust, faced with an ultimatum from our enemies to choose who lives, Brennan made his choice.

"Alyssa is strong," he justified, shielding his mistress, Debbi, who was faking a pregnancy. "She knows the life."

He walked out into the sunlight with her, leaving me in the dark with a gun to my head.