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Too Late, Sir: We Left You

Author: L. FITZGERALD

Chapter 1

Word Count: 1205 | Released on: Today at 18:10

Boss, but for the past four years, his true pr

s sacred duty to pro

hday, giving my boy's custom-made present to the widow's

iculously taught my son to sever

ying 'Dad' and start addres

's side, my husband didn't even read the compl

full custodial rights and autho

is gilded cage while systematically destroying eve

world on fire for our family become so rut

rrevocable execution wi

see the Boss agai

factured emergencies, I took my son and boarded an untraceable p

pte

ngers clutched the hidden severance papers. Thirty days old, and now irrevocable, they would strip the man who held this city's underworld in hi

guard Mate

ongeal in the steril

t Father. N

e fr

The mention of his name alone was enough to make rival families liquidate assets and flee the country. A dark, possessive energy radiated from

ture, a creature of

a stillness fell over him, as if some

dinarily instruments of cold appraisal, wid

d, his voice a low resonance that typi

d not

erfect, placid mask. "You are always busy protecting Aunt Valeria an

d to have a texture of its o

ed at me, searching my face for an explana

nothing but

uming love for this man once resided now fe

ld. I had instructed my son, lesson by lesson, to strip Dante of his paternal title. I

m the constant, abrasive disappointment o

exact moment the foundatio

had denied Leo a trip to the family estate in Sicily, a fortress nest

e had

tographs on a private, enc

po, and her son Mateo to that exact Sicilian stronghold. They l

measure of his authority to silence me. He claimed it was a security t

an like him does not suffer the los

layed h

ers to send Leo to a secure training facility in Switzerland.

rn to Valeria, Dante signed them

egally binding relocation and severance authorizat

as day

o, his large frame casting

lea that sounded foreign and ill-fitting on his

rough the moment with a so

e had assigned exclusively to Val

ooked down at his pho

o said smoothly. "Ma

swiped the screen and brought it to his ear

ugh the speaker. She was hysterical about

stress that had nothing to do with us. "The guards think someone breached

wait for

, formed a protective wedge around him as he marched swiftly down the corr

ad back disappear

tugged gently on th

omposure he had so carefully maintained crumbling into

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Too Late, Sir: We Left You

L. FITZGERALD Mafia

“I was married to the city's most feared Mafia Boss, but for the past four years, his true priority was always the widow of his fallen Capo. He claimed it was his sacred duty to protect her and her son. But this duty meant missing our seven-year-old son's birthday, giving my boy's custom-made present to the widow's child, and abandoning us every time she shed a fake tear. Over thirty agonizing days, I meticulously taught my son to sever his emotional bond with his father. I instructed him to stop saying 'Dad' and start addressing the Don coldly as 'Sir'. Blinded by his haste to rush back to the widow's side, my husband didn't even read the complex Syndicate documents I placed in front of him. He unknowingly signed away his full custodial rights and authorized our permanent relocation. He actually believed he could keep us waiting in his gilded cage while systematically destroying every promise he ever made to his own flesh and blood. How could a man who once swore to set the world on fire for our family become so ruthlessly blind to his own son's quiet grief? Today, the thirty-day irrevocable execution window officially closed. "I never want to see the Boss again, Mom. Let's go." As the Don sped off to deal with yet another of the widow's manufactured emergencies, I took my son and boarded an untraceable private jet, leaving the Boss to return to a completely empty home.”