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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.

I was hurled onto the floor, struggling desperately as I tried to crawl back. Donna approached and assumed a crouching position to observe me. She was dressed in a Chanel outfit with her hair meticulously styled and a brand-new manicure. She appeared to be a socialite who had just finished playing bridge at the country club, but her eyes were devoid of warmth. She spoke in a very light tone, as if she were discussing a trivial matter. "You little tramp! You really thought you could wreck my son's Famiglia, huh? Did you think you could just walk out on the DeLuca Famiglia, Lina?"

The odds were decent that at least a couple of the many cars parked in the lot belonged to 'Shop-fam' members. When they entered, a pretty young girl named Donna came to seat them. She was usually the host on weekdays, so they were pretty friendly with her. Covertly so as not to alert him to the fact, Dillon watched Tony as Donna walked away. It impressed him to no end and won a few more trust-points back when Tony didn't so much as turn his head to sneak a peek. If they had a pretty host or waitress, Tony usually always stole a glance at her body. Perhaps he really was serious about his promise that time. Dillon started to feel even more secure around him. Less and less did his mind conjure

After Alexander left with Elena, he vanished for a full week. For that entire week, the rumor mill in Sicily’s underworld was buzzing. They said the Don had taken his beloved new mistress to the high seas for the annual yacht party, and that she would soon be the new donna. My phone kept buzzing with private photos sent by Elena. The first was of her sunbathing on the deck of a luxury yacht, wearing a barely-there bikini. The caption read: [The Don says only the ocean blue matches my eyes.]

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Elena sat in a leather armchair, a teacup balanced perfectly on her knee, her expression hardening into absolute venom the moment she saw me. Across from her sat Enzo Valenti, an older man with silver-streaked hair and a tailored suit that practically screamed old money and spilled blood. Next to him was a younger woman—presumably his daughter. Immaculately dressed in a conservative cream dress, her manicured fingers twisting a diamond ring on her left hand. And then there was Frank. He was standing behind his massive mahogany desk, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his forearms, a glass of amber liquid halfway to his lips. When his eyes met mine, his jaw tightened so hard I heard the click of h

He looked down at me in the water with something like fury. "Anya. What the hell did Julie ever do to you? In front of everyone, you throw a drink on her? What is wrong with you?" He walked Julie back toward the cabin and didn't look back. The crew pulled me out. I couldn't stop shaking. The blanket they put around me didn't help at all. Ethan's secretary helped me to my feet, jaw tight with anger. "Donna. Are you all right? The Don had no right." She couldn't finish the sentence. "If it weren't for everything you gave this family, none of us would even..."

"Ms. Ricci, something has happened to the signore!" Before the pain of being hacked apart could fade from my mind, the housekeeper, Beatrice Santoro, rushed into my room, her face drained of all color. I lowered my head. In my mind, all I could see were the faces of my two children, covered in blood, screaming as they clung to me. "The Don is still at the family gathering," Beatrice said in a hushed voice. "The signore said he feels dizzy and can't catch his breath. He's resting in the east guest room right now… Ms. Ricci, could you go check on him?"