The Mafia Fool Buried Them

“For twelve years, I trusted my fiancé, the syndicate's ruthless Underboss, and my best friend, Mia. But on the night of my birthday, I found a dark web forum where Mia was bragging about sleeping with him. She posted a picture wearing my custom blood-diamond engagement ring, boasting that they had been sharing a bed for six years. At my grand birthday banquet, they executed their final public humiliation. Lorenzo dropped to one knee in front of hundreds of Capos, but instead of proposing, his velvet box sprayed cheap, sticky frosting all over my face. "It's just a harmless hazing prank I lost to Mia in a bet," he chuckled, brushing confetti from his tailored suit. Looking at his smug face, I remembered the cartel ambush in Palermo. Lorenzo had shielded Mia with his own body and shoved me away, leaving me to suffer a brutal miscarriage alone in a dirty alley. In their leaked chat logs, he callously referred to the heir I lost as a weak mistake. I had protected Mia with my mafia family's name since we were teenagers, and I had loved Lorenzo with all my heart. Why did the two people I trusted most under the sacred code of Omerta treat me like a disposable pawn? I calmly wiped the cloying frosting from my eyes and delivered a brutal, full-force slap across Lorenzo's jaw. Then, I signaled my loyal soldiers to drop the massive projector screen, ready to expose their filthy treason to the entire Family.”