The Revenge of the Mafia Husband I Betrayed

Prologue

I was a lackey for a mafia boss.

The gun barrel pressed cold against my lower back while I burned the last file holding my records.

First came the icy metal.

Then Boss’s voice, half-smiling, half-not.

“Zhou Wen, enjoying the fire?”

Footsteps scrambled around me, sealing every exit.

No way out now.

I dropped the stick, raised my hands, and sighed.

“Boss, for the sake of all the years we’ve been intimate, can you at least make it quick?”