The Don’s Favorite Lover Vanished

I was Don Vincenzo’s secret for ten years. I was waiting for a ring. Instead, after fucking me, he told me he was marrying someone else. That's when I knew I was just a body for him to use.An hour ago.For the thousandth time, he fucked me, wild and furious.I came apart under him, my nails digging into his shoulders.“Yes… like that…”I gasped, feeling every one of his thrusts deep inside me.He kissed me hard, harder than ever before.When it was over, I curled up in his arms, tracing the scars on his chest with my finger.His voice cut through the dark. “Tomorrow night, you’re coming to the family dinner.”I looked up at him, my heart pounding.I’d slept with him for a decade. He’d never let me near a family dinner.“Vincenzo,” I sat up, my voice trembling. “Is this it? Are you finally making me yours?”He raised an eyebrow, giving me a sideways glance.“Official?” He blew a smoke ring, his tone sharp. “What’s to make official? The dinner is to welcome my fiancée. Katerina Petrov,

The dinner ended.“Chiara, you’re coming too,” Vincenzo’s voice called from the top of the stairs.I looked up. He was helping Katerina into her coat, his movements gentle in a way they never were with me. It was like swallowing acid.“Of course,” he looked at me, his eyes like ice. “You’re my best intel specialist. Time to get familiar with your new boss.”The armored car was waiting outside.I instinctively moved toward the front passenger seat. A single look from Vincenzo stopped me.“In the back,” he said.Katerina took his arm and slid into the spacious middle row.I was stuffed into the corner of the back row. An afterthought.The car pulled away into the Chicago night.The first bullet shattered the windshield without warning.“Get down!” Marco yelled, wrenching the steering wheel.Gunfire erupted from all sides, bullets hammering the car like hail.“Shit!” Vincenzo pulled his gun. “It’s the Torrino family!”I drew my Glock and fired back through the rear window. Katerina scream

The next morning, my burner phone rang. It was Vincenzo.“Viktor’s workshop,” he commanded, his voice empty of emotion. “One hour. Katerina needs a new piece. You’re designing it.”“I refuse.”“This isn’t a request, Chiara. Don’t make me have my men ‘ask’ you again.”He hung up.An hour later, I was in the basement of the abandoned factory.Vincenzo and Katerina were already there.“Viktor,” Vincenzo said to the workshop’s owner, a legendary Russian weaponsmith. “This is Chiara. The best art forger in Chicago, and the best weapons expert. I need her to create a one-of-a-kind sidearm for Katerina.”Viktor’s eyes lit up. “Art and arms! I like it!”He led us to a workbench covered in black velvet, laid out with rare metals and gems.Vincenzo came to my side. His voice was a low whisper, just for me. “I want you to build her the perfect gun. Use the same specs as my Glock. The one you built for my hand.”My breath caught.“I know you remember every detail,” he went on, his voice cold. “The

Chicago’s Holy Name Cathedral had never looked so grand.Every crime boss in the city was there. The air was thick with expensive perfume and gunpowder.I stood alone in the shadows.Katerina walked toward me in a priceless Vera Wang gown, a diamond tiara sparkling in her hair. A fairytale princess.She stopped in front of me. Her eyes fell to my chest.I was wearing a black diamond phoenix necklace.The first piece I ever designed, for my eighteenth birthday. I’d given it to Vincenzo.A few days ago, he had Marco “return” it to me.“That poor little bird,” Katerina’s voice was sickly sweet, dripping with venom. “So lonely now that its owner has thrown it away. Tell me, Chiara, does it hurt? Knowing you were so easy to replace.”Before I could answer, Vincenzo’s voice came from behind us.“Darling, what are you talking about with my soldier?”He came over, his arm sliding possessively around Katerina’s waist.He didn’t even look at me. Like I was part of the furniture.“Nothing,” Kater

“Vincenzo!” Katerina cried, a flash of vicious triumph in her terrified eyes. “She tried to kill me! She betrayed the family! By the rules, you have to execute her yourself!”Execute me.I looked into Vincenzo’s eyes, waiting for his sentence.His finger tightened on the trigger. His dark eyes were a storm of emotions I couldn’t read. Rage, conflict… and a flicker of exhaustion.Time stood still.Then, slowly, he spoke. Each word deliberate.“Marco.”Marco stepped out from behind him. “Yes, Boss.”“Get her,” Vincenzo’s gun was still on me, but his words were for Marco, “and throw her off the estate.”Katerina’s sobs stopped. She looked at Vincenzo in disbelief.“Vincenzo, you…”Vincenzo ignored her. His eyes were still locked on me.“Cut her off. Freeze her accounts. Strike her from the family records.” The orders came out like machine-gun fire, every one a cold blade. “I don’t want to see this face in Chicago ever again.”He paused, then delivered the final sentence.“Tell everyone, f