The Weak Husband Was the Man Behind Their Power

It was raining the day my wife drove our son to his making ceremony, the sit-down where the Falcone line would finally anoint its heir before the assembled Capos.

Midway through the drive, she suddenly turned the car around and rushed, leaving our son behind in the downpour.

She was pregnant. With her enforcer's child.

My son couldn't find a car. He ran in the rain, desperate not to be late, not to shame the Family on the one night that was meant to be his.

He never made it.

A car struck him on the road.

By the time the call reached me and I got to the hospital, he was already gone.