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Too Late, Sir: We Left You

Chapter 4

Word Count: 666 | Released on: Today at 18:10

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turned the ph

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city skyline when the deadbolts dis

iving room and stopp

leather sofa, fully dressed in

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my son's e

pes, the gold Syndicate crest

excitement, having begged to s

is dark hair. "We leave immediately. As a family. The off

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word falling into the room with

froze on L

rday," Dante said, avoiding my eyes and looking at the wa

in. I need to go check on her and secure her peri

so much die as it was extingui

n's posture go

his disappointment so palpable it seemed

erate calculus of duty and desire, f

assuming our silen

y managed his wife and appeas

moothly, turning toward the door. "You are

and the door lo

s motorcade faded from the street bel

. He blinked slowly, his gaze drifting past my shoulder t

necting him to his fa

of any childish warmth. "I never want to see the

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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.”