Paid $5 Million To Leave the Mafia Don

Everyone knew I’d do anything for Lucius Falcone. I was his shadow, his most devoted follower… or, to be blunt, his lapdog.

For three years, I trailed after him, indulging his every mafia-heir whim.

When he went street racing at midnight, I was in the passenger seat, even when I was burning up with a 104-degree fever.

When he was screwing some other woman, he’d call me to bring toys, and I’d show up, no questions asked.

Finally, Lucius started to soften.

Just when everyone thought I was about to finally get what I’d been working for…

At the party celebrating his taking over as Don of the Falcone family, he showed up with some bombshell on his arm. He gave me a bored look and said, "You're dull in bed. Tina, on the other hand, knows how to get me off."

The whole room was waiting for me to break down. Instead, I just gave a small smile. "Then congratulations to you both."

Then I turned, walked out, and got on a plane to Paris.

Lucius was already making bets that I’d come crawling back within three days.

What he didn't know was that his mother had paid me five million dollars to do it all.

The contract was up. The money was in my account. I was finally free to leave him and to finally chase my own dream in Paris.

At the party celebrating Lucius’s new title as Don of the Falcone family, he walked in with a bombshell on his arm.

Every eye in the room snapped to me.

After all, it was no secret I’d been chasing Lucius for three years.

Even he had started to soften up, a huge change from the outright disgust he’d shown me at the beginning.

I knew they were all taking bets on whether I’d be the next official girlfriend.

"Everyone, this is Tina. My new date," Lucius announced.

The woman, Tina, clung to his arm, the diamond necklace on her chest practically blinding. She saw me and covered her mouth with a giggle. "You must be Eleanor. Lucius has told me all about you."

Told her about me? I could guess what kind of things he’d said.

I just took a calm sip of my champagne. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me crumble. I’d heard worse over the last three years.

I just considered it part of the job.

Right on cue, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

I glanced down at the screen: [Bank Transfer Received: $5,000,000.00]

The money was in.

My salary for the last three years, down to the penny.

I looked up and smiled at Lucius.

For the first time in three years, it was a real smile.

"Congratulations to you both, Lucius."

Lucius just stared, stunned.

This wasn't in his script. I was supposed to cry, to beg, to make a fool of myself. Then he could play the hero and let me stay, keeping me around as his favorite