4 A.M. Heartbreak
At 4:00 a.m., my husband, Rocco, gently shook me awake.
His voice was a low murmur, . "Alessia, my love, could you do something for me?"
But his next words shattered the illusion. "Scarlett is hungry. Go make her some seafood soup."
Scarlett was our maid, and she was also Rocco's pregnant goomar.
"I just had fresh seafood delivered. Get to the kitchen and make her a bowl of soup. Just for Falcone's heir."
I refused, my voice cold. His anger flared in an instant.
"Don't be so unreasonable, Alessia."
"Is it really so hard for you to make some soup?"
I shook my head, silent.
He stroked my cheek, a patronizing smile playing on his lips.
"Fine, Alessia. So you've learned to defy me no