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Seth’s eyes burned into me for a second before he turned to the tv. “Damn girl…you sure know how to clean up!” Donna said between a mouthful. “Just don’t spill ketchup on this one.” “Ha-ha.” I rolled my eyes. “What time will you be back?” The bald guy asked. “Do you want us to scare this guy?” Many of them huffed in agreement. “No thank you.” I laughed as I walked to the door. “Oh yeah this channel is great! Stop D.” As I opened the door, the words from the TV floated to my ears.

"It's about a woman who falls for her bodyguard." "And?" "And they have lots of very athletic sex while people try to kill her." Alessandro's laugh was rich and warm. "Sounds educational." "Very. I learned that apparently every dangerous situation can be resolved with the creative use of handcuffs." "Good to know." The way he looked at me when he said it made my stomach flip. "Dinner," I said quickly. "Before it gets cold." The risotto had turned out perfectly—creamy and rich, with just enough bite from the parmesan.

It looped photos of us from the past with the caption: Isabella, I was wrong. At the New York premiere, he even used what remained of the Corleone family's connections just to try and see me. When the bodyguards blocked him at the door, he knelt down in front of the entire media corps. The next day, the headlines of every tabloid read: Former Mafia Don Kneels in the Street to Beg Ex-Wife's Forgiveness. I ignored all of it, pouring all my energy into filming my new movie. It was during filming that I met Luca Moretti.

Just then, one of the family’s top lieutenants stumbled into the room, collapsing to his knees, his voice strained. “Don! It’s a disaster! The family’s accountants and bookkeepers, they’re gone! All our secret accounts are frozen! And the armory has been cleared out!” A loud ringing filled Enzo’s head, as if he had been shot. His ears buzzed. “What did you say? Say it again!” He grabbed the man’s collar and hauled him to his feet. The capo was sweating profusely, his teeth chattering in fear. “Don, the Donna… she drained the family’s liquid assets! The casinos, docks, artworks, everything bought with her money. She didn’t even leave a painting on the wall.”

The vast waterfront hall emptied around me, leaving me alone with the low hum of whispers. I tossed back a full shot of peaty scotch, the burn down my throat the only thing holding back the tidal wave of panic rising in my chest. I’d never told him what happened seven years ago, never wanted to add to his rage or his guilt when he couldn’t even speak. By the time the main toast rolled around, every soul in the room was clustered around Sofia, treating her like the Vitali donna she’d already declared herself to be. She tilted her head at me then, a sickly sweet smile on her lips, loud enough for the whole room to hear.

"Crazy bitch, still trying to fight back? You better lick my shoes clean right now. Otherwise, you're not leaving this room today." "You're the crazy one! I'm the Donna of the Rossi family. My husband Vincenzo is Don Rossi, and you're making me lick your shoes?" I thought they'd stop their nonsense once they heard my identity. Instead, they exchanged glances and burst into even wilder laughter. "You really won't give up, will you? You didn't even finish school, you show up at a bar dressed like a hooker, and you dare claim to be the Rossi family's Donna? Aren't you afraid the Don will come after you?"

"If I ever find out you betrayed me, you'll never find me again in this lifetime." Damian's smile deepened. His voice sounded like he was soothing a stubborn little girl. "Baby, how could you ever leave me? As long as you are still Donna, no matter where in the world you run, I will find you." I looked out at the darkness beyond the window. Then quietly asked, "What if I'm no longer Donna?" The other end of the phone fell silent for a second. Then he laughed. "How could you not be Donna? Alright. Don't overthink things. I truly only love you. I'll come back and be with you in one week."

I thought I would be calm. But when the truth finally came out, my body trembled all the same, and I couldn't stop it. "Heads of the families, I know you all want Louis dead right now, but before he's judged, there's a personal debt I mean to settle with him." I took a deep breath. "I wonder if any of you remember the former Donna of the Vitale family. My mother, Selena Pavano." "Twenty years ago, my brother was barely a month old when Louis's wife Jessica threw him from an upper floor to his death. And my father, Louis, never bothered to learn the truth. He took Jessica at her word and had my mother beaten to death..."

"Just wear the cami. Women with big chests wear camis. They also complain about sweating under their tits. They complain about them getting in the way. They complain that men never look them in the eyes. Do it because you know it turns me on." She got dressed without the bra and without the pantyhose. When we got in the elevator to go down to the lobby I whispered, "I'm not wearing a bra either. Can you tell?" It worked. Donna relaxed. We drove to her apartment. She needed to change clothes. I followed her in and was stunned. Over the mantle in the living room was an 11 X 17 picture of me! Standing beside Ron Roberson's 55 Chevy. In the kitchen there were two 5 X 7's of me. In her bedroom on

Matron turned her face to look up at Doona, with a coy smile on her face. --- "What! No way!" Doona exaggeratedly screamed at the woman. Mrs. Matron covered her ears and winced. "I'm surprised no one has complained about how loud you are. You're bursting my poor eardrums." Mrs. Matron then took another swig from her beer can, then she burped really loudly and tossed the empty can behind her. She leaned over to her right and picked up another beer can. "Listen Doona, you should get on your way to use that man's shower." Mrs. Matron said. Doona had not told her that the man was indeed Chihun, so Mrs. Matron just assumed it was some random man that lived in the unit.