The Capo’s Sacrificed Wife
The annual Family dinner was in full swing, the clink of glasses and hum of conversation filling the air.
Paige, never one for a kind word, stumbled over, a glass of wine in her hand, her breath reeking of cheap booze.
"You know," she said, a sly, knowing grin on her face, "I used to be jealous as hell of you. He's a Capo. He runs a whole borough."
"A lot of good that's done you, huh? Still stuck in the slums, where gunshots are your nightly lullaby."
I heard the mockery in her voice. The list for the Family's secure compound was out, and once again, my name wasn't on it.
I held my own glass, my voice steady. "They're Family rules. Not even Dean can break them. A Capo's wife still has t