Crashing my ex’s wedding was for closure…
Until his plastic bride called me fat in front of everyone.
Three hundred witnesses. Dead silence.
That’s when the Mafia king put her in her place.
Dante Bellacino.
Devil in an Armani suit.
My ex’s father.
He shuts her up with a single look.
“Apologize,” he growls.
Then turns to me like I’m the last sin he’ll ever commit.
“You’re staying.”
