After Ten Years With the Mafia Don, I Walked Away
Language: en
In the ten years I spent helping Dante Moretti secure his position as Don, he never once gave me the title I deserved. The night before our anniversary, I sent him a design for a sapphire brooch, the kind reserved for the Don's own family. Dante's call came through immediately. "Have you forgotten how we clawed our way out of that bloodbath? Stop bringing up frivolous things like this." I quietly agreed and unsent the design, only to catch a glimpse of Dante in the private dining hall, personally pinning a brooch that symbolized the Family's authority onto a girl's gown. "Dante, this is…