The Birth That Broke the Boss
At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day.
But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant.
As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it.
Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time.
A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory.
"That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said.
"With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Aless