Why the Mafia’s Wife Kills Chapter 09

Why the Mafia’s Wife Kills Chapter 09

I arrived at the Lombardi estate exactly seven that night.

Ezra, the head butler, opened the door.

His expression was complicated.

“Donna, Grandpa is waiting for you in his study.”

“Thank you, Ezra.”

I changed my shoes and followed him inside.

I hadn’t come to the Lombardi estate often.

In three years of marriage, less than ten times.

Antonio never liked me.

From day one.

He said I wasn’t good enough for Dante.

Not rich enough. Too soft.

Couldn’t handle being Donna.

Turns out he was half right.

The study was on the second floor.

Ezra knocked.

“Grandpa, Donna is here.”

“Enter.”

I pushed the door open.

Antonio sat behind a dark oak desk, reading papers with reading glasses.

He looked up when I walked in and took off his glasses.

“Sit.”

He pointed to the chair across from him.

I sat up straight, my back rigid.

“You know why I called you here?” he said straight out.

“I think so.” I answered.

Antonio nodded and leaned back. He looked me up and down.

“Three years. You’ve changed a lot.”

I didn’t reply.

“That boy Dante is an idiot. I know that.”

Antonio sighed.

“But he’s the Lombardi heir.

We can’t let this get ugly.”

“So?” I asked.

“So name your price.

The stock is off the table.”

Antonio looked at me.

“Lombardi shares don’t leave the family. Those are the rules.

“Your rules. Not mine.”

I said.

“I earned my keep for three years.

I deserve that twenty percent.”

Antonio’s gaze darkened.

“Simone, I’m offering you a deal. Not negotiating.”

“I’m not negotiating either.”

“Grandpa, I get you want to protect the family name.

But who’s protecting mine?”

“What name do you need to protect?” Antonio frowned.

“Divorce, take the money, marry someone else. Live a quiet life. That’s dignified.”

“Dignified?” I laughed.

“Your grandson cheated on me.

Brought his mistress into my home.

Threw her a birthday party in front of everyone.

You call that dignified?”

Antonio went silent.

The study was deadly quiet, except the old clock ticking on the wall.

After a long minute, Antonio spoke.

“The stock is non-negotiable.

But I’ll give you something else.”

“What?”

“The land west of the city.

And one of our luxury hotel companies.”

Antonio said.

“Together, they’re worth just as much as twenty percent.

Take them, divorce Dante clean.

We’ll still be on good terms.”

I was quiet for a moment.

I knew that west-side land.

Dante had been trying to develop it for years.

The hotel chain was profitable.

Antonio was really laying it on thick.

“What if I say no?” I asked.

Antonio’s face turned cold.

“Simone, take the win.

The Lombardis can give you everything.

Or take everything away.”

It was a threat.

I stood up.

“Thank you for the offer, Grandpa.

But I want twenty percent of the Lombardi Group.

Nothing less.”

“You’ve made your choice?”

Antonio stood too, leaning on his cane.

“Fighting me won’t end well.”

“I have made my choice.”

I turned and walked to the door.

“Wait.” Antonio called.

I looked back.

“That friend of yours. Lucius.”

Antonio spoke slowly.

“He’s not just some old classmate.

Stick with him, and you’ll be a pawn in his game.”

“Thanks for the warning, Grandpa.”

I smiled.

“But at least Lucius doesn’t keep mistresses on the side.”

Antonio’s face went dark.

I didn’t say another word.

I opened the door and left.