Twelve Years Later, His Canary Flew Away

The night before my fiancé, Soren, and I were supposed to leave for Northern Europe to start our new life, the sounds of a lively discussion drifted from his private club.

"Christ, Boss, are you insane? Why the sudden marriage alliance with the Rosetti family to make a play for Italy? Didn't you say you were getting out of the life with Abby and heading north?"

Soren leaned back into a leather sofa, his voice nonchalant and muffled by a cloud of smoke.

"Plans change. Besides, remember, I'm the one who made her who she is."

"Once she sees the new empire I'm building, that little canary will come flying right back to my cage. The woman can't live without me."

I stood in the shadows of the club, a wine glass in my hand, a dull ache blooming in my chest.

The anniversary gift I had so carefully chosen for Soren was still in my purse, waiting for me to give it to him.

I slipped out of the smoke-filled club, tossed the gift into the nearest trash can, and booked a one-way ticket to Northern Europe.

But what he didn't know was that just as he could betray our future for Monica, I could abandon him for mine.

All those years we spent dancing with death were never just for his sake.

I had stood by Soren's side as he clawed his way up from a low-level enforcer to the rank of capo. He had promised me countless times that he would take me away from this violent underworld to live a quiet life in Northern Europe.

Only now did I see the truth. A new woman, the lure of power—both were more important than the fiancée who had been with him for over a decade.

Soren's words were a bullet straight through my heart.

That clean future was the one escape we had earned after twelve years of fighting and bleeding, of clinging to each other since our days on the streets.

And just like that, he destroyed it.

He couldn't even be bothered to tell me to my face.

Inside the club, his drunken men continued their discussion.

"That Abby would never give up this life of luxury. Without the Boss's protection, she wouldn't last a day out there."

"Exactly. After all the good years the Boss gave her? No way she'd walk away from that."

Someone else added, "And the Boss is right. It's smart not to tell her the truth. She'd just get hysterical and screw everything up."

"Women, you know. All heart, no head."

Soren scoffed. "You're right about that. You all know Abby's temper."

"If she knew I changed my plans for Monica, she'd give me another goddamn headache."

I clenched my fists, my nails digging so deep they nearly broke the skin of my palms.

Then came words that cut even deeper.

"Let's be honest. Abby's loyal, but that's nothing compared to what a young, delicate princess like Monica brings to