I Took Three Bullets and Lost My Womb for the Mafia Don, But He Favored the Orphan Who Stabbed Me

Synopsis

Lucas and I took in an orphan girl from the slums of the Bronx. I taught her how to handle a Glock, close-quarters combat, and interrogation psychology, honing her into the family's sharpest blade. Lucas said she reminded him of me in my younger days. He spoiled her rotten, even allowing her to ignore the family's ironclad rules. But at the family dinner, knowing full well that I had a lethal seafood allergy, Mia deliberately pushed a massive chunk of lobster tail onto my silver plate. "Come on, Donna. A little exposure therapy never hurt anyone. Might even cure that allergy. Besides, my hound mimics what he sees. You don't eat, he doesn't eat. And I'd hate for him to starve." The capos on both sides of the long table chuckled. Lucas didn't reprimand her. Instead, he reached out and tapped the bridge of Mia's nose affectionately. "You've got Selena's old temper. Feral." He turned to me. "Just take a bite, Selena. Show the dog how it's done."