After My Mafia Ex Buried Me
I'm going to die.
In the eyes of the underworld, I was a sinner. My death would be a final, cursed dishonor.
But even with the Ricci family in ruins, I was still the noble Principessa.
The Ricci pride in my blood would not allow my body to fall into the hands of a rival Family.
Humiliation. Desecration. Photographs flaunted for all to see.
I didn't much care if my body became a trophy to celebrate their victory.
But if the world knew the last of the Ricci bloodline had become a plaything for our enemies, it would be a disgrace to the entire Family.
After weighing my options, I dragged my broken body to the turf of my ex-boyfriend, the man I'd left seven years ago, now the Don of the Falcone family.
"After I die, I need you to handle my body."
He was silent for a long moment, then let out a cold laugh.
"Of course. I'll sink you in the Hudson River with a tombstone tied to your feet, engraved with the name of your filthy family."