My Mafia Brother Gave Me to the Acid
The moment the acid hit my skin, I heard my own flesh sizzle.
In the last moments before my consciousness faded, my trembling fingers managed to dial my brother, the new Don of the Steele family.
To my relief, Farrow finally answered.
The sounds of expensive jazz and clinking glasses bled through the receiver. His voice was cold as ice.
"What is it this time, Grace?"
"Farrow... help me..."
He cut me off before I could finish.
"Listen, Betty's book launch is tomorrow night. If you dare cause a scene or embarrass the Family, I'll disown you. I'll ship you off to a convent in Sicily."
The line went dead.
A moment later, a second splash of acid hit my face, and the searing agony consumed me.
My eyes were gone, leaving nothing but hollow, bloody sockets.
You don't need to exile me, Farrow.
I'm already gone. Forever.