The Don Who Couldn’t Keep Me

"For four years I was his secretary, and for four years I warmed his bed. I knew everything, from his family business to the secrets he whispered to me at night.But to him, I was nothing more than a toy he could summon whenever he pleased. The moment his first love, Sofia Costa, flew back into the country, he humiliated me without a second thought.He kissed her in a Sicilian church, abandoned me on a rain-soaked road with a gash ten inches long on my calf, and later dismissed me with a cold, cutting line. He said I was someone unimportant, someone he could simply ignore.She waved the tulip plush he'd given her in front of me. "I'm the only one he loves. You were just a stand-in."While I rebuilt my life in Chicago and finally found some peace, this ruthless Mafia don knelt outside my door, eyes red with emotion."Elena, come back to me."I kicked his hand away with a smile. "Your so-called devotion disgusts me.""