The Rookie Swapped My Gift Box for Lingerie,I Went Nuclear

On the Feast of the Seven Fishes, the tribute offering I'd spent days assembling for the partner Family had been swapped out for cheap, unmarked trash.

Colorful lace underthings, arranged into the shape of holiday sweets, delivered straight into the hands of a made man's wife.

The woman came to the social club herself and slapped me across the face in front of every soldier in the room.

"So this is how the Marchetti crew seals a pact. With filthy little tricks like this. That arrangement my husband made with you people, you talked him into it on your back, didn't you?"