My Don’s Deadly Choice
I was eight months pregnant, at a charity gala with my husband, Don Massimo, when a rival family hit us.
The crowd panicked. I was shoved to the floor, hard. Blood everywhere.
Massimo lost his mind, screaming for medics, desperate to save my baby.
But when I woke up, they were gone. Both of them. No baby, no Massimo.
I remembered the gunfire, Massimo shielding me with his body. A cold dread washed over me.
I hauled myself into a wheelchair and raced down the hall. That’s when I heard them—Massimo and the doctor.
"Boss, I'm sorry. We did everything we could. The baby… he didn't make it."
Tears streamed down my face. They killed my baby. The rival family killed my baby. But his next words shat