The Mafia's Lost Queen
When it was over, he stood, buttoned his shirt, and walked out without a word… leaving me naked, shaking, and bleeding onto expensive sheets.
I ran to the bathroom and turned the shower on full blast, scrubbing myself until my skin went red, but nothing washed away the filth in my chest, the ache between my legs, the hollow heaviness in my ribs.
I felt ruined.
I fell asleep on the cold tiles instead of the bed.
The next morning. A soft knock came. A maid peeked in. “Breakfast is served, Mrs. Moretti.”
The title hit me like a slap.
I forced myself up, moving slowly, wincing with each step. In between pains I arrived downstairs, and froze at the dining room entrance.
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