The Queen They Buried Alive
The old Don was killed in an ambush by a rival crew.
At the mass, Vito, the new Don, stood at the very front of the church.
I'd rushed back from a job and barely made it. There were only two spots left in the church.
One was right next to the new Don. The seat for his wife. The other was at the very end of the guest line.
I figured, without even thinking about it, that the spot beside him was mine.
So I walked straight toward Vito.
But he looked right past me.
"Sofia." He lifted his chin, just slightly. "Come up."
Around me, the family elders and the heads of the different crews started whispering.
"The next Don's wife is a beautiful woman."
"Look at those two. They just fit."
Vito took the