Why the Mafia’s Wife Kills Chapter 07

Why the Mafia’s Wife Kills Chapter 07

I showed up at the mansion exactly nine the next morning.

I put the key in the lock. It wouldn’t turn.

He’d changed the locks.

I sneered and pressed the doorbell.

Dominic opened the door, looking uncomfortable.

“Donna, Don he-”

“Let me in.”

I pushed past him and walked inside.

Dante sat on the living room sofa in loungewear, holding a coffee mug.

Freya sat next to him, her right hand still bandaged.

She held a fork, picking at breakfast.

Lovely. Just perfect.

“You’re here.” Dante didn’t even look up.

“You wanted to talk.”

I took off my coat and threw it on the sofa.

I sat across from him.

“Let’s talk.”

Freya set down her fork quietly.

“Dante, I’ll go upstairs—”

“Stay.”

Dante held her down.

He looked at me.

“What are you going to do about last night?”

“Do about what?”

“You destroyed Freya’s party. Injured over a dozen guests.

Damaged property worth over two million dollars.”

Dante set down his coffee.

“You owe people an explanation.”

“Dante, you forget half that stuff was mine.

I can destroy my own things. I don’t owe anyone anything.”

“That’s marital property, not yours alone!” Dante shouted.

“Oh, you remember it’s marital now?”

I leaned forward.

“When you spent it on your mistress’s party, you didn’t ask me.

Did you?”

Freya paled. She tried to speak, but Dante stopped her.

“Simone, we’re talking seriously. Stop calling her that.”

“What should I call her? Girlfriend? Side piece? Or…”

I paused.

“Your new favorite?”

Dante’s temple throbbed.

“I redrafted the divorce papers.”

He slid a set across the table.

“Read it. Sign if you agree.”

I picked it up and scanned it quickly.

House. Cars. A lump sum of cash.

A lot of money, but nothing compared to the Lombardi fortune.

“Where’s the stock?” I asked.

“Not happening.”

“Then we’re done talking.”

I threw the papers back at him.

Dante stared at me.

“Simone, take the win.

This money sets you for life. Don’t be greedy.”

“Greedy?”

I stood up and walked to him.

“Dante, I stood by you through the Lombardi civil war.

I helped you fix the board.

I stayed by your side for three days straight when you had a bleeding stomach ulcer.

You think this chump change pays me back?”

“How much do you want?”

“I want what I earned.” I stared into his eyes.

“The Lombardis wouldn’t be where they are without me.

Twenty percent. Not a penny less.’

Dante stood too.

He was a head taller than me.

Once,

I’d loved how he loomed over me-it felt safe.

Now it just felt suffocating.

“If I say no?”

“Then we sue.” I smiled.

“I have proof of your affair. Proof you hid assets.

You think the judge will side with you?”

Dante’s expression shifted. “You recorded us?”

I didn’t answer. It was answer enough.

“Simone!”

He grabbed my wrist, his grip tight.

“When did you become this person?”

“What person?”

I pulled my hand free.

“You made me this way!”

Freya stood up too, timidly tugging Dante’s sleeve.

“Dante, please don’t fight…”

“Shut up.”

I turned to her.

“You don’t get to talk here.”

Freya’s eyes filled with tears. She hid behind Dante.

Dante shielded her.

“Fine. You want a lawsuit?

I’ll fight you. Let’s see who lasts longer.”

“Great.” I grabbed my bag.

“See you in court.

And Dante, just so you know-

Lucius got me Jasper.

He’s the best divorce attorney in the city.

The woman never loses.”

Dante’s face turned ashen.

Jasper was legendary.

He only took high-stakes divorce cases.

Expensive, and never lost.

Worse, he hated the Lombardis.