He Cheated, So I Proposed to the Don
"Come to watch the boss get engaged to a real woman?"
"Get out of my way." I tried to push past them.
They pressed in closer, their breath stinking of cheap whiskey and malice.
"Heard you're fucking the Don now," a man with a jagged scar across his face leered. "Tsk, tsk. Guess you like climbing the ladder on your back, huh?"
"Shut up," I said, my voice dangerously low.
A wave of profound sadness washed over me—sadness for my own blindness. For five years, I had dedicated myself to this family, and in their eyes, I was never their future Donna. I was just a stepping stone.