Too Late To Beg: The Don's Regret

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ce. They fluttered down like dead leaves, se

For the first time in seven years, I took a breat

No money. No

this piece

t from the hospital-just a change of clothes and

t was the de

pure, unadulterated violence wrapped in a bespoke suit. He

He saw the pap

natched the papers from me. He didn't even

omewhere

hat used to make my toes cur

te. Nonna signed

umorless sound. "Over? Nothi

fire was burning. I watched my freedom turn to ash, but I didn't pa

ind him. She was wearing a silk r

against the doorframe. "She's expired goods

yes were locked on me, burning

walk away?" he sneered. "You think that makes y

way. He spoke about his own child

jawline I used to trace with my fingers. The

t the baby, Dante. I'm leaving

space. He grabbed my chin, hi

the Don's wife. You wear my ring. You

away. I just s

ke Sofia the new Que

t out a little gasp of

about her," he said, loud enough for Sofia to h

linch, but I

d, prying it from my face. Hi

nte. You can keep the house

pped

Because there is nothi

anger, the tears, the fire that usu

und n

Dante," I said

furrowe

ving you a lo