The Mafia Heir Who Came Back from the Grave

It had been six years since Vincent Castellano was declared dead in that “car crash”, and I was still alone.

My friends kept nagging me to move on. Even in my dreams, Vincent was there, begging me to stop living in the past.

So I finally caved and agreed to a blind date with Leo Christopher, the guy who’d been chasing me for years. I’d decided I’d make a clean break with Vincent once and for all on the Day of the Dead.

But the second I stepped out of the cemetery, a billboard for a luxury brownstone in Brooklyn Heights caught my eye. It was the exact place Vincent had been obsessed with back when I thought he was alive.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I was heading straight for it.

What I saw that day is seared into my brain for the rest of my life.

There, on the bench outside the house, sat Vincent. The man was laid to rest in the Castellano family crypt. And he had his arm around another woman.

That woman? Mia Rossi. The card dealer he’d been screwing behind my back six years prior. The same one I’d caught him red-handed with, the one I’d made him fire from the family casino.

The second our eyes met, a flash of panic crossed Mia’s face.

"Elena..."

Vincent, however, looked like he was fast asleep, relaxed and carefree.

Just then, the voices of Vincent’s consigliere, Sonny, and his men drifted out from inside the house.

"Vincent’s been married to Mia for six years, and Elena is still stuck in that 'he's dead' fantasy. She’s still single."

"I heard she agreed to a blind date recently. Guess she's finally letting go?"

"Not to mention, that whole setup was brutal. Back then, Mia sent him a spicy photo, and he rushed out in a downpour to get to Brooklyn, crashed his car, and Elena ended up thinking he died rushing to her birthday party."

"Elena’s tried to off herself multiple times out of guilt over it."

"Yeah, well, now that she's agreed to move on, I pulled the surveillance on her. Six years is a long time; she shouldn't be a problem anymore..."

They kept talking as they walked out the door. The moment they saw me, every voice died in their throats.

Sonny and the others were frozen solid.

That’s when the voice I’d missed for six years finally spoke up.

"What's wrong? Slept like a log..."

Hearing that voice, my breath caught in my chest, my heart skipping a beat.

Vincent rubbed his eyes and finally saw me standing before him.

His body went rigid, his pupils shrinking in shock.

I stared at him, a mocking and icy smile twisting my lips. "Vincent, you've been living pretty damn well these last six years."

Vincent instinctively shoved Mia behind him, his face a mask of embarrassment and shame.

Everyone else was frozen stiff, the silence terrifying.

Six years ago, everyone told me