The Ninety-Ninth Time the Don Chose My Sister, I Walked Away

Summary

I took a drugged drink for Moretti, the Don I had loved for seven years.

He helped Bella, my frightened sister, to her feet first.

"Bella is fragile. I'll get her to the car."

"Iris, wait here. I'll come back for you soon."

My stomach burned like fire, but my fingers were turning cold.

I stood there frozen for a long moment before a bitter laugh slipped out.

It was the ninety-ninth time he had chosen Bella.

In college, I once waited for him in the library with a fever, expecting him to take me home.

Then Bella called and said her panic attack was back, so he told me to wait.