The Don Who Couldn’t Keep Me
For four years I was his secretary, and for four years I warmed his bed. I knew everything, from his family business to the secrets he whispered to me at night.
But to him, I was nothing more than a toy he could summon whenever he pleased. The moment his first love, Sofia Costa, flew back into the country, he humiliated me without a second thought.
He kissed her in a Sicilian church, abandoned me on a rain-soaked road with a gash ten inches long on my calf, and later dismissed me with a cold, cutting line. He said I was someone unimportant, someone he could simply ignore.
She waved the tulip plush he'd given her in front of me. "I'm the only one he loves. You were just a stand-in."
While I rebuilt my life in Chicago and finally found some peace, this ruthless Mafia don knelt outside my door, eyes red with emotion.
"Elena, come back to me."
I kicked his hand away with a smile. "Your so-called devotion disgusts me."