The Madre Strikes Back
The Underboss, Gio Rocco, told me that during yesterday's hit by a rival clan, my husband, Don Domenico De Luca, and his secretary were caught together in a compromising situation.
When our men broke in, the secretary had barely managed to put her clothes back on.
I don't want to believe it, but when I enter the conference room and see the delicate, helpless woman in Domenico's arms, it suddenly seems laughable.
Anger surges through me, and I storm up to Domenico. He instinctively steps in front of the woman, shielding her.
I press my gun against his forehead.
"Domenico, let's get a divorce," I say coldly.