“Send the Nobody Sister—He’ll Send Her Back!” They Laughed—But the Mafia Boss Had Asked for Her All

Three months later.

The harsh Chicago winter had settled over the city, blanketing the Moretti estate in pristine, silent white snow.

Inside the mansion, the atmosphere was warm and filled with quiet, absolute power. Emma sat at the head of the massive mahogany dining table. She was no longer wearing practical, clearance-rack clothes. She wore a stunning, tailored burgundy suit, her hair styled perfectly.

Sitting around the table were the five top Capos of the Moretti syndicate. Hardened, dangerous men with scars and violent histories.

And they were all listening to Emma in absolute, terrified silence.

"The laundering operation through the downtown real estate developments is inefficient," Emma stated coldly, dropping a thick file onto the table. "You are losing four percent to unnecessary shell transfers. I have restructured the routing protocols. Moving forward, all clean capital will flow through the new charitable foundations I established last week. It reduces the tax burden and completely blinds the federal oversight committees."

The oldest Capo, a massive man named Sal, looked at the file, then looked up at Emma with genuine, fearful respect.

"It's brilliant, Donna Emma," Sal grunted, bowing his head slightly. "We will implement the new protocols immediately."

"See that you do, Sal," Lorenzo’s voice echoed from the doorway.

Lorenzo walked into the dining room, adjusting his cuffs. The Capos immediately stood up in respect, but Lorenzo waved them down. He walked directly to Emma, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek.

"My wife has just saved you millions of dollars," Lorenzo addressed his men, his voice carrying lethal authority. "I suggest you follow her instructions to the letter. Because if she finds an error in the ledgers next month, I will not be the one you have to answer to."

The men nodded fiercely, gathering their files and quickly exiting the room, eager to escape the terrifying intellectual wrath of the new Queen.

When the doors clicked shut, Emma leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her lips.

"You enjoy terrifying them," Lorenzo murmured, pulling up a chair beside her and taking her hand. He traced the heavy diamond wedding band resting on her finger.

"They need to know who controls the money," Emma laughed softly. "And I spent fourteen years being invisible. I think I've earned the right to be a little intimidating."

"You are spectacular," Lorenzo whispered, pulling her into a deep, consuming kiss.