The Don’s Biggest Regret
The day after I gave my fiancé, Don Antonio Rossi, the cold shoulder, he took Sofia to Alicante for a romantic getaway.
He expected me to explode like I always had before—trash his study, start a fight, maybe even put another bullet through Sofia’s head.
After all, my arrogance and temper were infamous in the mafia world.
But this time, I did nothing.
When he came back a month later, he realized I had changed.
He deliberately handed the arms route I managed over to Sofia, and I surrendered it without protest.
He publicly criticized my competence to build Sofia’s authority, and I lowered my head and accepted every accusation.
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