All Chapters of Between Two Mafia Dons: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

"Sign the agreement." Wiping cold sweat from his forehead, the mediator slid a truce across the table.The sharp stench of gunpowder and rubbing alcohol hung heavy in the air.Just ten minutes ago, my husband, Victor, and my ex-husband, Dominic, nearly shot the VIP maternity ward to pieces. Elite hitmen from both families had guns drawn.And all for one reason: my ex-best friend Chloe’s small baby bump.I held the pen. My hand didn't shake at all.After I signed my name, Victor waved off his armed guards. The ruthless Don of the East Coast walked up to me. Out of habit, he reached out to pull me into his arms.I coldly stepped aside.His hand froze in mid-air.But there was no guilt in his eyes. He pulled his hand back smoothly. His tone was cold, leaving no room for argument."Go back to the estate," he said, adjusting his cuffs, looking down at me. "Chloe is in shock. The doctor said stress is dangerous for her pregnancy. I have to stay at the hospital with her tonight."Before he ev

Chapter 2

The next day, Victor went to handle family business as usual.I was at home, organizing my closet for the season, looking for a coat. At the very bottom of his safe, in a hidden compartment, my fingers brushed against a box. It needed a fingerprint and a passcode.It was Victor's private stash. He had warned me never to touch it.But today, the system seemed broken. A red warning light flashed. The metal door was slightly ajar.Driven by some unknown urge, I reached out and opened the lid.There were no piles of diamonds. No hit lists. Just photos, carefully laminated.I pulled one out. My breath caught in my throat.In the photo, Chloe was in a red bikini, laughing wildly on the deck of a private yacht. Victor was hugging her waist tightly from behind, their faces pressed close together. The crazy obsession in his eyes was something I had never seen in our three years of marriage.I flipped the photo over. A date was written on the back.Five years ago.To be exact, the same year Domi

Chapter 3

After Victor left, I sat dead on the floor.My empty eyes dropped to my flat stomach. A violent wave of nausea rushed up my throat.I did five rounds of IVF to give him this so-called Costello heir. My belly was horribly covered in thick clusters of needle marks. Purple and blue, hard lump after hard lump. Not a single inch of intact skin.On the operating table, the sharp pain of cold metal tools scraping inside me brought out buckets of cold sweat.Every time I shook from the pain and bit my lip bloody, Victor would hold my hand tightly. He would look at me with those deep, loving eyes and kiss the sweat off my forehead."Hold on a little longer, Vivienne," he used to tell me in his deep, magnetic voice. "I want a child with both our blood so badly. It's proof that we saved each other."Saved each other.Now, those sugar-coated lies turned into the most wicked curse!I stared at the bruises on my belly, trembling violently. When he watched me endure a living hell, ruining my own body

Chapter 4

The storm on the dark web hit suddenly.Someone posted a bounty thread on an underground forum, exposing the messy love triangle between Chloe, Dominic, and Victor. The post called Chloe a mob whore who wrecked the marriages of the Russo and Costello Dons, playing two Mafia Bosses against each other.The thread blew up. Soon, the Bosses on the Commission saw it.The Commission lost their minds. Countless mobsters demanded she be executed by Mafia law for risking an all-out gang war.That afternoon, Victor and Dominic stormed into my estate with their guards.Dominic pointed a finger in my face and screamed."Vivienne, you vicious bitch! Chloe is pregnant. Are you trying to get her killed with this hit post?!"I sneered. Before I could even speak, Victor stepped up and stood in front of me."Enough, Dominic. This is my house." Victor turned to me, slipping right back into his arrogant Don persona. "Vivienne," his voice was sickeningly calm. "I know this isn't fair. But the Commission wa

Chapter 5

High society's blacklist came faster than I expected.In just one day, I lost all my restoration orders and was forced to sell my gallery for pennies. Walking down the street, former clients who used to greet me with warm smiles now dodged me like a plague, whispering behind my back."That's her. The crazy woman kicked out of the Costello family.""So shameless. Spreading rumors about someone being a mistress when she was the one thrown out on the street."I pulled my light trench coat tighter and picked up my pace, my face blank.Just as I reached the corner near my old gallery, a gang of rival mob thugs ambushed me from an alley. Fired up by the dark web bounty and the rumors, they took all their rage out on me—the discarded "ex-wife.""Beat this gang-war-starting bitch to death!" someone shouted.The next second, a brick flew through the air and smashed into my shoulder. I stumbled backward. Before I could catch my balance, a heavy metal baseball bat slammed violently into my back.

Chapter 6

Victor sat in his underground casino office, the dim light reflecting off his gold-rimmed glasses.The manila envelope on his desk sat there like a ticking time bomb, quietly waiting to be opened.He ripped the seal and pulled out the medical report.Manhattan Private Hospital. OB-GYN. Surgical abortion records.The diagnosis hit him like a bullet: "Complete miscarriage and permanent infertility caused by severe blunt force trauma."The date of the surgery was the exact day the streets ran red outside the art gallery.Victor’s knuckles turned bone-white.He shot up from his chair, his knee knocking over the expensive whiskey on his desk. The amber liquid splashed everywhere, soaking into the Persian rug."Impossible..."He grabbed his car keys, ran six red lights, and drove back to the estate like a madman.He pushed the front doors open. Only the monotone ticking of the clock answered him.In the master bedroom, the closet doors were wide open. It was completely empty. Not a single pi

Chapter 7

By the second month after Vivienne left, the balance of the East Coast underworld had completely collapsed.After getting the abortion records, Victor’s severe bipolar disorder spiraled totally out of control.Like a mad dog, he stripped Chloe of all her security and cut off every cent of her money.Worse, he started hunting Dominic’s mafia businesses down at any cost.Arms deals, money-laundering fronts, territories—Victor took every chance to completely gut Dominic.At the same time, Dominic had completely lost it, too.The second he saw those black-market receipts and the bloody clothes, his whole belief system broke. The angel he had spent half his life protecting was nothing but a fraud.Rage burned away whatever sanity he had left.Dominic personally dragged Chloe into the dirtiest underground clinic in Brooklyn."Whose bastard are you carrying?" he choked her, his eyes looking like he was ready to kill. "Speak!"Chloe was crying so hard she couldn't breathe. "Dominic, I don't kn

Chapter 8

Seattle’s rainy season came early this year.Late October, evening. I was packing up the last oil painting of the day, ready to lock up the studio and go home.The rain hit the glass windows, making a heavy, constant drumming sound.Just as I turned off my desk lamp, heavy footsteps sounded outside the door.They were slow. Hesitant. Like someone had been pacing out there for a long time.I looked up. Through the rainy, fogged-up glass door, I saw a tall but terribly skinny silhouette.The door pushed open.Freezing rain and sea wind rushed into the warm studio.The man who walked in was soaked to the bone. Water dripped steadily from his worn-out jacket.I saw his face.Dominic.But this wasn't the arrogant Don of the Russo family I remembered.The man in front of me was gaunt. His cheekbones jutted out, his eyes sunken deep into his skull.His hair, which used to be perfectly slicked back, was now a messy, wet mop stuck to his forehead.His signature custom Italian suits were replace

Chapter 9

Late autumn in Seattle. The sea breeze cut straight to the bone.I had just finished restoring an 18th-century oil painting. It showed a newborn baby surrounded by angels. The piece was called Newborn.Ironically, just as I used my fine brush to paint a perfect, rosy pink onto the baby’s cheek, the studio door opened.Victor walked in.I didn't look up. I kept my eyes on my work.But from my peripheral vision, I could see he looked even worse than Dominic did.His skin was sickly pale, his eyes bloodshot, and those signature gold-rimmed glasses sat crooked on his nose.His tailored Italian suit—usually pristine—was so wrinkled it looked like he pulled it out of a dumpster.He was tightly clutching a heavy cardboard box, his knuckles white from the grip."Vivienne." His voice was wrecked.I put my brush down and looked at him calmly.Victor carefully set the box on the floor and opened it.It was full of baby clothes.Spring, summer, fall, winter. Boys and girls. From newborn to three y

Chapter 10

On the first day of winter, Seattle got its first snow of the year.I flipped the "Closed Today" wooden sign on the studio door and shoved my keys into my coat pocket.The bakery on the corner smelled like fresh butter.I walked in, bought a hot baguette right out of the oven, and then went to the high-end grocer next door to pick out a perfectly marbled prime ribeye.On the walk home, I passed a newsstand selling underground gossip rags.Through the heavy snow, I casually glanced at the colorful covers.The East Coast mafia world had been completely wiped clean.None of the faces I used to know were on those covers anymore.No untouchable Victor. No arrogant Dominic.I heard a rumor that a new beggar recently showed up in Brooklyn's dirtiest red-light district.It was a crazy woman with a broken leg who looked a lot like the once-glamorous Chloe.Every day, she dragged her crippled leg around, digging through the trash for moldy food.Whenever she saw someone walk by, she would launch

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