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Chapter Nine

Author: Tracy Michaels
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-17 23:12:24

ELENA

I doubt I’ve been given the luxury of properly mourning my husband. But I suppose this is the life I signed up for the day I said, “I do.”

Dante handed in his resignation this morning. And now, the Mafia elders have summoned me. I've heard countless things about them—whispers of power, control, and consequences.

It’s time to face the life that’s chosen me, head-on.

I step into the grand, dimly lit hall. Gilded chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a muted glow over the dark wood and the faint scent of cigar smoke lingering in the air. At the center of the room stretches a long table beneath the soft lights. Seven men sit at it—old, hardened figures with silver hair and sharp eyes that have seen too much.

I stand at the far end of the table, my gaze sweeping over their faces—stone-carved expressions, eyes glinting with quiet judgment.

“Sit,” one of them says. His voice is low and gravelly, the weight of authority pressed into a single word.

I sit, crossing my legs and resti
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