My husband threw a two-thousand-dollar check at my feet and told me to starve. So I used it to buy a ruined diner. Then three lost children knocked on my door—a silent boy, a mob princess, and a toddler with a Rossi ring. Their families? The most powerful dons in the city. Now Lorenzo is outside begging for scraps. But he still doesn't know the truth: I wasn't just feeding his enemies' children. I was raising the heirs who will bury him.
