He Let Our Baby Die for His Mistress,I Left and Never Looked Back

When the car took my baby, Lorenzo Falcone happened to be driving past with his favored courier in the passenger seat.

He saw the blood spreading across my white dress, and he covered the woman's curious eyes, tossing out a single cold line. "Bad luck. Don't look."

Then he sped away into the night.

Late that night, in the corner of our bedroom closet, I found a piece of lace lingerie that wasn't mine.

I shut the closet door and calmly dialed a number.:

"Don Moretti, I've made up my mind. I can leave Falcone territory next week and take the place in your Family."