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Too Late, Mr. Capo: Watch Me Shine

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 639    |    Released on: Today at 11:47

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dicate SUV with tinted window

he dead leaves in the yar

Franco's mother, Carmela Viti

ne designer coat

wooden cabin, then at the

wisted wit

u, Antonia," Carmela sne

porch. "How d

heap telephone you bought," Ca

you. You abandoned your duties while

the mountain," I

hand. "It was a joke. You

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designer bag, pulling o

onto the dir

. An allowance. Buy some decent clothes and co

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r voice honing to a sharp p

me remind you of something, little girl. F

ill owes us one hundr

at my chest. "If you divor

burse the Vitiello Family for every cent

tree line, carrying a massive bu

ped her head

d before a cruel, victorious

e sleeping with the hired help. You broke

e," I said, step

ressed Dante. "Who are you? This is Vitiello Fa

d not an

ing the heavy wood onto t

," Dante said calmly, brushi

n, she would be dead. Blame

She pulled out her phone wi

She snapped a photo of Dante by the wo

atened. "He will divorce you. He will leave

d. "I am not going

arching back to the SU

n the gas, and the h

a small green sapling Dante had just plant

neeling in the dirt to caref

ettle, a cold dread

to frame me. She was giving Franco the

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“For our third wedding anniversary, I wore the thin floral dress my husband demanded and made his favorite traditional broth. I just wanted to be the perfect Mafia wife. But halfway up a freezing mountain, he played a voice message from his secretary. "Leave her on the roadside. Take her phone and coat. Let's see if she crawls back begging on her knees." To my absolute horror, my husband actually pulled over, dragged me out into the dirt, and drove away. He left me at nine degrees below zero. When I nearly died in the snow instead of begging, he launched a vicious smear campaign. He claimed I abandoned him to sleep with the groundskeeper who saved my life. He filed for a Syndicate divorce, demanding my dowry back and threatening to crush my father's business if I didn't surrender. While I scrubbed diner floors to survive, his secretary moved into my penthouse and wore my diamond anniversary necklace. They thought the freezing cold and poverty would break my spirit. They thought I was just a fragile, disposable pawn who would eventually cave to his power. But they didn't know I had the hidden dashcam footage of that night. As I walked into the Mafia Tribunal, I looked at his arrogant face and prepared to show the Dons exactly what kind of coward my husband truly was.”