The Don’s Final Chapter
I was with a fishmonger for seven years. Every night, he pinned me beneath him, reckless and wild.
Until one day, he took off his bloodstained apron and came clean–he was getting engaged to Sophia, the Bilotti heiress.
Only then did I learn that he was the Don of the Colleo family.
“Hahaha! You fooled around with Ms. Mancini for seven years, only to take another delicate young lady’s hand in marriage. Surely, she’s going to come at you.”
“Don Colleo, you should keep things sweet with her.”
His men’s laughter echoed in my ears.
“What’s the rush? I’ve broken her well enough these past seven years. If you don’t mind, you can have her for a couple of days. Evelyn… flexible.”
On the day of Vincent’s engagement party, I handed the evidence of his crimes to the police.
As the sirens ripped open the city night, someone called out my name.
I smiled and leaped from the eighteenth floor.