The Cruel Fiancée Forced a Grieving Widow to Serve Drinks at Her Party — Until the Mafia Boss Saw the Black Funeral Dress

“I'm sorry,” Rosa whispered, hot tears finally spilling over her cheeks.

“Louder,” Vanessa demanded viciously, squeezing the widow's wrist harder.

I couldn't take it anymore. I stepped forward, putting myself between Vanessa and Rosa. “Please, ma'am. It was an accident. She’s exhausted.”

Vanessa turned her venomous glare on me. “Claire, unless you'd like to join her at the unemployment office tomorrow morning, stay out of this.”

The entire dining room went completely silent. No one moved.

Then, the sound of heavy leather shoes echoed against the marble floor. Luca slowly approached the end of the table. The terrifying aura radiating off him made the guests hold their breath.

“Vanessa,” Luca said, his voice dangerously low. “Let go of her.”

Vanessa quickly released Rosa's wrist, forcing a nervous laugh. “Darling, I'm only trying to maintain the standards of your home.”

Luca didn't even look at his fiancée. He gently took the heavy silver tray from Rosa's shaking hands and set it down on the table. Then, the most powerful man in Chicago pulled out a velvet dining chair.

“Sit down, Rosa,” Luca commanded softly.

Rosa shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “I can't, Mr. Luca. I have to work.”

“Why not?” Luca asked.

Rosa glanced nervously at Vanessa. “Because I still owe you money.”

Luca went completely still. His dark eyes darted to Vanessa. “What money?”

Vanessa cleared her throat, suddenly looking very uncomfortable under Luca’s intense gaze. “Well, Frank had some outstanding financial obligations to the estate.”

Luca took a slow step toward his fiancée. “Frank? Frank worked for me for twenty-nine years. He taught me how to drive. What exactly did he owe?”

Vanessa shifted her weight, playing with her diamond engagement ring. “Damages. Damages to a company vehicle. I found the paperwork in his file after the accident.”

Luca turned slowly back to Rosa. “Which vehicle?”

Rosa's voice shook violently. “The black Cadillac, sir.”

“Frank's Cadillac?” Luca asked, his brow furrowing.

Rosa nodded.