The Mafia's Secret Daughter ( #1 in the Mafia Series )

The silence in my New York apartment was deafening, broken only by the rustle of old fabric as I packed away my mother’s life. Two weeks. It had been two weeks since she left, leaving behind an ache that resonated through every empty room.

Today was the day I tackled her belongings, a task I’d dreaded. Each item held a memory, a whisper of her gentle spirit. I sorted through clothes for donation, my fingers tracing the familiar patterns of her favorite scarves. It was a mundane task, yet it felt monumental.

Beneath her mattress, a hidden key glinted. It belonged to the locked file cabinet in her room, a cabinet I’d never seen open. My curiosity, a trait she always warned would get me into trouble, tugged at me. Inside, nestled beneath childhood drawings, I found it: a worn diary and a thick envelope, simply labeled “Ferrari.”

The world tilted. My mother, Elise Miller, had always been my entire world, a quiet constant against the backdrop of an absent father. Now, a single word—Ferrari—promised to unravel everything I thought I knew.