My Kidney For His Mistress: Never Again

ith a jagged scar on my

tfit, hadn't saved me from an illness. He had harves

told the surgeon coldly while

te empire, took bullets for him, and even aborted our child t

e loyalty would even

h over the edge of a bridge day

d watched as I fell backward

was a dog that would eventually swim back t

as w

t water, but the woman who

didn't return to t

he headquarters of his m

me?" I asked the man who wan

ll burn the city down befor

paralyzed and ruined, holding a medi

ne thing: I don

pte

innocent and white, a perfect visual echo of t

ly because he h

the Chicago Outfit tells you to do

ish enough to believe he actu

sleep. It was a chemical sledgeha

, viscous void, unab

g before the rest of the senses wake up. The rhythmic beep of

this, Dante,"

man in this godforsaken city who

tory. She is the daughter of yo

nd of a heavy door sealing a tomb. It was the voice that made grown

ng her kidney because Sofia destroyed

your

ing open. The smell of sulfur and exp

match. Elena is the ma

I was a statue trapped inside my own flesh, forced to listen to the man

a tantrum about bloodlines," Matteo said, his voice trembling wit

ild either," Dante lied

t will be compensation enough. She's loyal. She's a dog tha

do

, taking bullets for him, and managing

s a golden retriever wit

hird voice sai

in, not yet. Just a cold, slidin

tealing a piece of me to give to the w

oed only in the holl

oke up for real,

hing, a sharp-toothed animal gnawin

He looked impeccable in his charcoal suit, not a

r and snapped

ute appendicitis attack. We

y it was an insult

im. I really

ps. The ice-blue eyes that used to make my knees w

. My throat felt like I'

moothing his jacket. He checked his watch, a dismissive

s against my forehead. He didn't even gla

have the nurse br

the door witho

past my open door, their whispers

at the

loor. I heard he's personally spoon-feeding broth

liating. I didn't wipe them away. I let them fall, cou

ok, but my resolve hardened into something colder, sharp

s card five years ago. A number belonging to the

ang

p, dangerous v

" I wh

ill want t

ed on the line,

he lethal edge softened, just

said, staring up at the

he photo on your desk, Enzo. The one of me. I