The Don Exiled Me, So I Married Another

After one reckless night with the man the Family had raised me to call Uncle.

He stared at the glass of milk on the nightstand, long gone cold, in silence for two full seconds.

Then he cut me off from the Rinaldi Family and shipped me overseas.

After I was exiled, every mistress he took bore some resemblance to me.

Until five years later, when I flew back to New York on short notice, and ran into him at a friend's birthday party.

Adriano Vittorio Rinaldi. His grip on the crystal tumbler tightened, just slightly.

But before I could read it, a girl slipped her arm through his.