The Don's Biggest Mistake: Sending Me to Jail
My best friend breaks down and accuses me of skimming family shipments, which cost us billions.
Without hesitation, my fiance, Don Scarpa Falcone, points a gun at me. The bullet grazes my ear.
He sends me to prison himself, then gets engaged to my best friend instead.
Before I'm taken away, the family butler begs him, "You raised her yourself. She's your fiancee. You can't just ruin her life like this!"
"Break the rules, and pay in blood," he says, polishing his gun. "As for her future, I'll decide that later."
Five years later, I walk out of prison.
The entire Falcone family is waiting at the gate with him, as if my freedom were a handout.
"Looks like you've learned your lesson. It's time to return and get back to work. Don't do anything stupid again," he says.
I ignore him and walk straight to the stretch Lincoln behind him.
The door opens. Chris Corleone, the king of the Aurelian underworld, raises his glass to me. "Welcome back, partner."