The Don Didn't Recognize His Own Son
The day Lorenzo got kidnapped by a rival family, I found out I was three months pregnant.
I took the million dollars his father offered, and I ran.
The next time we met, I looked him in the eye and told him I'd been a mole for the rival family the whole time.
He was chained up in a cellar, staring at me through the iron bars utterly despairing.
He said he'd kill me himself, and then grind my bones to dust.
Seven years later, when I saw him again, there was a beautiful woman on his arm. They were getting married.
And I was so far down I had to beg him for a loan.
He pulled out a thick stack of bills. Lit it on fire right in front of me.
He said he'd rather burn it than give it to some whore feeding another man.
He didn't know I was begging because my son was dying.
His son too.