A Fender Bender Cost the Don Everything

"A neon Ferrari rams my car in a drive-thru line.

The driver kicks my door and demands fifty grand for a scratch.

When my blind mother-in-law tries to speak, the woman sneers and tells the ""old hag"" to shut up and die.

“Pay,” she sneers. “My man is Dante Moretti, the next Don of Chicago. Cross me, and you both vanish before sunset.”

I was so mad I let out a laugh.

She has no idea Dante is my husband.

And she has no idea the frail old woman she just humiliated is the undisputed Godmother of the Syndicate."