The Mafia Princess’s Revenge Chapter 06

The Mafia Princess’s Revenge Chapter 06

I kept my voice calm, forcing down the violence. 

“James, after all these years working together… 

can you just tell me who it is?” 

James refused immediately. 

“Don, I can’t. This person is too dangerous. No one 

in Brooklyn dares cross them.” 

Click. 

The line went dead. The dial tone was cold, like a 

countdown to disaster. 

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, replaying 

everything over in my mind. 

I’d built this empire in Brooklyn for nearly ten 

years. 

I owned docks, I owned territory. Even cops looked 

the other way. 

Who could turn everyone against me overnight? 

The financial advisor stepped closer. “Don, what 

do we do?” 

“We don’t have enough assets.” 

“The luxury laundering would cover it–but all the 

brands cut ties.” 

“We…we have no money.” 

I grew utterly impatient and waved him away. 

“I’ll handle it.” 

After he left, Jessica clung to my arm. “Don, my 

sports car… it arrives tomorrow afternoon.” 

I wrapped an arm around her waist. I was the Don of the Costa family. Even at rock bottom, I 

wouldn’t show weakness in front of a woman. 

“Relax. I’ve survived worse. You’re still getting that 

car. Family account.” 

Jessica lit up, pressing herself against me. 

Just then, I was full of anger. “Sit down.” 

She hopped onto the desk, provocative and eager. 

I tore off my tie, venting all my fear and irritation. 

out on her… 

One week later, outside the county courthouse. 

The Corleone family had pushed hard, fast. For Brianna. 

I had no choice but to fight the divorce publicly. 

Jessica, my advisors, and I climbed out of the car. 

Reporters swarmed us instantly. 

Flashlights exploded–brighter than gunfire during 

territory wars. 

“Mr. Costa, is it true you left your wife for your 

secretary?” 

“The Corleone family is publicly supporting your 

wife. Does that mean you’re off the power table in 

Brooklyn?” 

“Is this your mistress? Did you bring her to court 

to humiliate your wife?” 

“Mr. Costa, what do you say to the accusations of 

infidelity?” 

I saw the network logos. I understood 

immediately. 

These were Corleone–controlled media. 

Jessica had never faced this. She hid behind me, 

terrified. 

I stared the reporters down, voice dark. “Who 

called you here?” 

They pushed microphones closer. 

“Leave my secretary out of this. Ask me your 

questions.” 

Reporters swarmed like cats smelling fish, 

shoving mics straight toward me. 

“Mr. Costa, are you admitting the affair?” 

“Your wife built this life with you. Why repay her 

like this?” 

“Aren’t you afraid your men will think you can’t control yourself…or your business?” 

That last cut deep. It hit the one fear I couldn’t 

hide. 

I ignored them, grabbed Jessica’s wrist, and marched toward the courthouse. 

Flashlights chased me like hungry wolves. 

I didn’t dare look back. 

Then someone shouted loud and clear. 

“Miss Brianna is here!”