I Resign: The Mafia Boss's Unwanted Wife

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amic view of the city. I refused to look at it. Instead, I kept my eye

ng toward an appointment with

epped in, with Sofia clinging to his side like a decorative accessory. She was giggling,

aring of teeth disgui

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y mere existence was an interruption to his schedule. He reached out, his fing

is messy,"

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but his tone was playful.

or lunch,"

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said. "I ha

ed into slits.

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s," he said, his voice leaving n

erhead lights flickered and died, plunging us into a sudden, hea

. "I can't breathe. It

apels. "It's okay," h

o her back and whispering reassurances I couldn'

n in my chest. I was the one with the diagnosis. I was the one whos

ht. The harsh beam hit them,

glared

he hissed. "You

is out, Dan

ndition," he snappe

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who had nearly

g open a few inches. We were level with the lobby floor

ed the doors apart with his bare hands

"Get to the clini

ke-terrified eyes. Dante followed her immedia

gan to slide

r a hand that was waiting to be taken.

r. The rubber seal pinched my ankle, grinding against the

out into

he rushed Sofia toward the exit. He

racked-a spiderweb of glass from where I ha

walked out the side exit and too

elled sharply of bl

fice at 5 PM. Dante w

pastries. "Cannoli,"

ling the ravaged remain

them," he said. "I th

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ing someth

A single sheet of paper slid into the t

this?"

gnation,

of disbelief. "You can't resign,

voice steady. "I resign from being your secretary

opped it into the trash can next

the empty air, the words tastin