When the Don Wept for Her

Summary

The mafia coalition’s family banquet had reached its liveliest point.

Someone started stirring things up and steered the conversation toward the youngest Don of the Fumagalli family, Dante Fumagalli.

“Dante, before you came to power, all those old Dons from the major families were falling over themselves to push their daughters at you. Was there ever one you actually wanted?”

I stood half a step behind him, and my knuckles turned white around my wine glass.

Dante did not answer right away.