A Promise Drowned in SilenceI used to be that girl in the mafia—envied, untouchable.
Orlando Leone, the big bad Don everyone feared, had eyes only for me.
I took a bullet for him. After that? People whispered I couldn't have kids.
He tried to shut them up by knocking me up—ninety-nine tries.
Try number ten? His shiny new secretary texted, all confused over a decimal. He bailed on me.
By thirty, she crashed his sports car while shopping. Claimed she couldn't park. I was left freezing in a bathtub.
He said he loved me, but when it counted, he always picked the girl who played dumb and helpless.
That's when it hit me—his love was never really mine.
And by the time I disappeared for real, he lost his mind looking.
Too bad. Me and that promise? Already buried at sea.