The Don’s Ledger A Family Purge

After we signed the blood oath that bound our families, I went to collect the rings from the old jeweler on Mulberry Street—the one who had crafted wedding bands for three generations of Valente brides.

What I found in the velvet-lined box made my blood run cold.

There were two rings. One was mine. The other bore the initials A.C.

Adriana Croce.

My fiancé Domenico's childhood sweetheart. The daughter of a rival family's underboss.

I brought the rings home to the brownstone on the Upper East Side—the Valente family's legitimate residence, the one that appeared in society pages and charity…