At Our Sweetest, We Fall Apart

"At the celebration where Lorenzo Alvarez is crowned the new mafia boss, his men arrange a few performances.A dancer in a backless top and short skirt twists around the pole under the lights."Don't look," he murmurs, covering my eyes with his hand. "This kind of cheap entertainment isn't worthy of you."His men jump in immediately."Lorenzo still spoils Ms. Valenti after all these years. That kind of devotion is rare. We're so jealous.""A man as loyal and single-minded as Lorenzo is hard to find."I rest a hand on my belly, planning to tell him tonight that I am pregnant.But when I return from the restroom, I see the same man who had just held me in his arms leaning back in his chair while the dancer straddles his lap.Lorenzo slips his business card and a thick fold of cash into the waistband of her skirt.He laughs, relaxed and unbothered. "Isabella is wonderful, sure, but life needs a little passion. This ragazza is just something new. A bit of fun."Keep your mouths shut. Don't go running to Isabella and upset her. Otherwise, you'll have a problem."Cold rushes through me. I do not approach or confront Lorenzo. I simply take out my phone and answer the email I have been avoiding for days."I agree to participate in the confidential experiment.""