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The Mafia Don Chose Her, Now Watch Me Rule

Chapter 3

Word Count: 716 | Released on: 11/06/2026

the hushed interior

black card into the unl

h of cash-the untraceable bills from the ne

vet box with trembling hands, his e

he airless penth

t, bringing the scent of gunp

asure of amber drink and cas

to buy it because Isabella neede

s," I asked, my voice a low thread

n on the marble counter, th

me mater

y, claiming I only cared about money whil

f the man I loved had carv

uestioning what my sacrifices-my blo

y defiance, taking a t

ting like a spoiled

himself in the guest wing, the

kitchen, feeling nothing

one vibrated

ed message from t

w was scheduled for

emerged and acted like

attend a high-s

assive money-laundering vic

s that felt more li

ilded VIP room of t

gar smoke, Underbosses, Cap

in held high, and

the center of the room,

ond necklace that dwarfed the Vitiello

ssioned a new, obscenely

acting as the

d softly instructed the Capos

her with respect, and the

ture perfectly straight, refus

er for oversteppi

sband," I murmured, my words meant onl

eyes instantly filled w

ck, looking t

us, his face a chill

authority in f

cal, his voice cutti

sabella, right there in fron

dead silent, waitin

or, the man who had just strippe

used

id finger toward th

my sight,"

gged gasp. I did not pause, but reached for the heavy revolving door. The soft

of the banquet bleeding through the walls, I made a decision. I would attend

his vault. And I knew exactly whos

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The Mafia Don Chose Her, Now Watch Me Rule

Jill Frevert Mafia

“For six years, I played the perfect, compliant Mafia wife to the ruthless Boss of the New York underworld. Until I discovered he had secretly gifted my fifth-anniversary present-a custom armored car-to Isabella, a Capo's beautiful widow. He drained our personal escape funds of millions to buy her a heavily fortified luxury safehouse. He even publicly humiliated me, demanding I lend her the Vitiello family's heirloom diamond necklace so she could play the boss lady in front of his men. The final blow came when I needed life-threatening surgery to remove an old piece of shrapnel from a bullet meant for him. The underground doctor needed Dante's verbal authorization and the vault code to proceed. "Stop being so dramatic, I can't leave Isabella right now, she's having a panic attack," he snapped and hung up the phone. I had to force the terrified doctor at gunpoint to operate on me. I flatlined twice on that filthy operating table, bleeding out in agony while the man I loved held another woman's hand. Lying there, I finally understood that my absolute devotion and silent sacrifices meant absolutely nothing to him. So, I survived, left my blood-oath ring on his mahogany desk, and walked out of the penthouse forever. I dialed a secure line to his greatest rivals, the Chicago Outfit. "I'm breaking my ties to the Vitiello Family, and I have your East Coast port strategies."”