Never Forgiven
One week before our wedding, my fiancé, my father’s own consigliere, sold him out.He set him up for a FBI raid.
My father died in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, and the once-great Moretti family collapsed overnight.
In my darkest hour, Dominic, the Don of the New York Luciani family, showed up with a crew of mercenaries.
He didn't just take care of the rat; he gave me total protection. He obsessed over me for three years, even tattooing my name over his heart.
I fell for it. I believed he loved me.
I let my guard down and stayed by his side, serving as the lead perfumer for the coldest man in the city.
Until today. Outside the wine cellar, I overheard him talking to his rival.
"Old man