My Mafia Don Chose His Pregnant Mistress, So I Took Back the Throne

At the Rockwell family’s annual gala, a gold tray lined with black velvet was carried into the ballroom. Resting at its center was the pin reserved for members of the family’s ruling council. Every capo seated at the head table, along with the family’s consigliere, turned toward me. For nine years, I had bled for Ferris Rockwell, killed for him, and made him Don. That night, Ferris walked in with his pregnant mistress, Leandra Vossler, on his arm. Before the ranking members of the city’s five ruling families, he fastened the council pin to her gown. Then he came to me, unclasped the Rockwell heirloom ruby at my throat, and took back the pendant that had marked me as untouchable under the family’s protection. “Leandra is carrying my heir. She needs the Rockwell name—and its protection—more than you do.” The ballroom went silent. I didn’t remind him of the bullets I had taken for him. I simply looked at the man I had once believed I knew better than anyone and asked quietly, “Are you sure this is what you want?” Ferris gave a humorless laugh. “You won’t last one night in New York without me. Get out. You’ll come crawling back.” I went still for one long beat. Then I laughed. “Fine,…

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