The Capo Who Crossed Me
Leo Lovera was a capo, and he always thought I was just a housewife who couldn’t survive without him.
He brought a woman, Sophia Costa, back to the estate. He dressed her in my silk robes, doused her in my perfume, and then pretended like he was being thoughtful by offering me a bowl of stew with only a few slices of meat.
Leo scowled at me and snapped, “Sophia’s kind-hearted. Don’t be ungrateful. If it weren’t for the fact that you have no family, I’d have thrown you into the sea to feed the fish a long time ago.”
No family? I laughed.
He had no idea I was the daughter of the Orlen Family's Don, a Mafia princess in every sense.
To honor a five-year agreement with the Don, I had been living under a hidden identity, keeping all my sharp edges carefully tucked away.
He had said that for five years, I had to live as a normal woman and protect the Family’s territory. I couldn't ever truly inherit his empire without doing so.
Five years. And today was the last day.
Leo had just shattered that agreement with his own hands. In doing so, he freed me.
I pulled out the satellite phone and dialed a number.
Ten minutes later, the Family’s legal counsel arrived, flanked by men in black suits. They knocked on the door, and Bruce Sinclair bowed to me the moment he stepped inside.
“Principessa Anna, the Don has entrusted the estate to you.”