Return Of The Alpha Mafia Queen

When I was his, I loved him blindly.
Until the night I opened our bedroom door—
And saw him.
Miles.
My husband.
Driving into his mistress from behind, his hands gripping her hips, their moans filling the room where we once made love.
He turned when he saw me.
And smiled.
“Get out,” he said, slamming her harder, like I was nothing but air.
I stood there frozen, the man I loved shattering every last piece of me.
Even when I was his, he paraded her in my face. He laughed when I begged. He threw me out with nothing.
But that was then.
Now, I am no longer his.
I am the Mafia Alpha Queen.
Men bow when I pass. Power bends to my will. And soon… so will Miles.
He will kneel. He will beg. He will pray for death to take him—
But I will not grant him mercy.
Because his torture has only begun.
And I’ll make sure it never ends.