The Don Ignored My Blood, Then Begged Me to Return

The night I lost my baby on the wet asphalt outside the Falcone estate, Lorenzo happened to be driving past with Bianca Lombardi riding in the passenger seat of his black Maserati.

He saw me. He saw the white silk of my dress gone dark and heavy with blood, saw me crumpled at the roadside like something a careless soldier had left behind. And he did nothing.