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Broken But His: The Don's Hidden Amputee

Chapter 4

Word Count: 857 | Released on: Today at 19:00

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a slow step i

down at

my nails digging into my palms

that when you l

ently pried my finge

state. My men checked. The house

dropped t

no pending visas

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nched out

im for money. He thought I h

the highway. I could not tell him abou

m a broken s

makes it easier

rned my chair away from hi

lent dining room, ignoring the pityi

treet and hailed a cab

turned into a freezing drizzle,

e edge of my slum, the drive

hed my door open, bracing

curb, the front wheel caught in a

e forward before I

o the wet concrete

wave of blinding pain t

er leg rode u

, detached limb flush against my chest, desperately wrapping my oversized, soaked coat around it to hide my shame from the indifferent world. Hot tears mixed with the freezing rain as I finally secured the hidden metal ben

pped off my wet clothes,

ed on the chipp

ure message

ake it bac

en until it went bla

er phone exploded with a

forwarded me a link to an unde

identity and my slum address t

rending on mo

ded me as

e Vitiello Don's s

bezzlement in brutal detail, an

ility, a rat trying to infiltrate t

be killed, and

ssage to the Commission,

d, my screen refreshed

the Vitiello syndicate a

a podium, flanked by his C

absolute cruelty, dev

s Command, his voice echo

She is a relic of a disgraced bloodline. Any associat

e Rossi family. He did it to kill the sca

al disavowal, the word

er my screen for a lo

ed my death warrant to save his throne, and a cold, detached

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Broken But His: The Don's Hidden Amputee

Bao Fu Ya Ya Mafia

“I made my living playing background piano in underground speakeasies to pay off my fugitive father's blood debt. Tonight, I had exactly ten seconds to make sure my floor-length velvet gown completely concealed the fact that I no longer had legs. The VIP doors swung open, and the most ruthless mafia Don in the city walked in-Killian Vitiello, the boy I loved a decade ago. He didn't know my legs were crushed by rival soldiers on the very night he took his blood oath. Instead of a reunion, he pulled a beautiful woman in a red silk dress to his side and coldly introduced her as his fiancée. "The rumors of you being a desperate opportunist at least explain why you vanished without a word," he sneered, looking at my threadbare clothes. He publicly disavowed my existence to the entire underworld, leaving me to be hunted by rival factions. While he built his empire, I was crawling in the freezing rain to reattach my heavy metal prosthetic, watching my mother descend into fatal madness from our crushing poverty. I swallowed the bitter ash of my ruined life and let him believe I was a traitorous gold digger. I would rather he hate me forever than let my mutilated body become a fatal weakness to his throne. So, after my mother died, I packed a single bag and fled the country to disappear for good. But I didn't know that on the very day I left, Killian kicked down the door of an illicit underground clinic and finally opened my ten-year-old medical file.”