Beneath the Mafia Crown
Everyone in the Mafia knew that Viktor Castro, Don of the Castro family, adored his wife.
When I complained that New York winters were too cold, he wiped out a rival Miami crew just to claim a private estate where I could escape the snow.
When I told him I wanted romance, he lit up the Manhattan skyline and swore on the honor of his family:
"Isabella, I will never betray you."
He planted roses for me at the old family estate in Sicily and vowed before the heads of the family that I would be the only woman he would ever love.
He broke a century-old rule and handed me control of the family's most important businesses, giving me authority equal to his own.
But tonight, tangled in our sheets, I found a pair of black lace panties.
And they were not mine.