The next three days were the worst of Vincent Capelli's life.He camped outside Elijah's penthouse, sitting in his car for hours on end, staring up at the windows, waiting for me to come out.He sent flowers every hour, on the hour.He sent letters, dozens of them, handwritten, his handwriting shaky and uneven, telling me how much he loved me, how much he missed me, how empty the mansion was without me.He even climbed the fire escape to the west wing one night, banging on my window, begging me to let him in.Elijah's security guards dragged him away, but he fought them, screaming my name, until they had to restrain him.The papers had a field day.The Don of the Capelli family, reduced to a lovesick fool, camped outside his rival's penthouse. The headlines were brutal."CAPELLI LOSES HIS MIND OVER EX-WIFE.""THE FALL OF A DON."His capos begged him to stop."Don Capelli, you're destroying the family," Tony said, finding him sitting in his car in the rain, staring up at my window."The
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