How I Ghosted My Mafia Wife

They call me 'Ghost.' The king of mercenaries, feared across the entire black market.

But for Madeline, the Godmother of the Chicago Mafia, I walked away from it all. She wanted me by her side, so I became a normal man.

We were married for five years. The entire underworld knew she loved me more than life itself.

She even had my dagger tattooed next to her family's crest—a permanent mark of loyalty.

Until I got the photo from her lover.

The bartender was naked, his chest covered in red scratches from her nails. Madeline’s hand, with its red polish, was still on his waist.