The Don Knelt at the Blessed One's Feet

Eighteen engagements. Eighteen times Dante Castellano, Don of the most feared Family on the East Coast, left me at the altar for my adopted sister Mirella. Eighteen times my parents chose her tears over my dignity. They locked me in the cellar. They whipped me with salt-soaked leather. They told the press I was the brat who couldn't be loved.What they didn't know? Every drop of luck the Marchetti Family ever bled was mine. My blood. My blessing.So I gave myself three days. Three days to walk out and let every empire built on my back burn to the ground.By the time Dante crawled to my feet begging, it was already too late.