My Ex-Husband Kicked Me Out, Then the Mafia Don Made Me His Wife

I turned and walked into the home of the West Coast's most dangerous man—just to trade my labor for a hot meal and a roof over my head. My ex-husband cornered me at the seafood market, sneering: "You're okay with being a servant?" Before I could answer, three-year-old Leo stepped in front of me, his little voice trembling: "She's my mom." The next second, Dante grabbed Ethan's shoulder from behind. "Say that again. What did you call my wife?"