Husband's soulmate claims my brother raped her

My husband broke my brother's legs to please his first love. Seven months later, she birthed another man's bastard, my brother died screaming his innocence, and Sebastian choked me to death in my ninth month of pregnancy.

Now I'm back—at the exact gala where it all began.

They forgot one thing: before the Morettis went legitimate, we were the most feared Mafia family on the East Coast. My brother went soft. I didn't.

This time, the mistress bleeds. The husband loses more than his empire. And every socialite who spat on my name will learn why you don't wake a sleeping wolf.

The Morettis don't forgive. We collect.