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My husband shattered my leg and trapped me in the basement for arguing with his mistress, unaware that my father leads the mafia, and this is where my revenge starts…Part 2 Silence filled the line for a few seconds after I finished explaining. Then my father spoke. “Tell me everything again.” I described the argument with Vanessa, the fall down the stairs, Daniel dragging me to the basement, and the sound my leg made when it broke. My father listened without interrupting. When I finished, his voice had changed. “Are you alone?” “Yes.” “And you can’t move your leg?” “No.” “Alright,” he said calmly. “Don’t hang up.” I heard him speaking to someone near him. “It’s Emily,” he said. “Call Tony. We have a situation in Westchester.” A voice answered immediately, “Yes, boss.” My father came back on the phone. “Emily, I have people about thirty minutes from your house.” Daniel never knew the truth about my family. To him, my father was just a retired shipping executive in Chicago. But my father’s companies moved more than cargo. “Can you unlock the basement door?” he asked. “No. It’s locked from upstairs.” “That’s fine,” he replied calmly. “They’ll handle it.” Just then, I heard footsteps above me. Daniel. And Vanessa. “Dad,” I whispered. “They’re coming.” “Leave the phone on.” The basement door opened. Daniel walked halfway down the stairs, frowning. “Who are you talking to?” “No one.” He rushed down and searched my coat pocket. Empty. His eyes narrowed. “Who did you call?” I looked at him and smiled through the pain. “You should run.” He stared at me, confused. Then suddenly— BANG. A violent crash echoed through the house above us. Vanessa screamed. Another crash followed, wood splintering. Heavy footsteps moved across the floor upstairs, followed by a calm male voice. “Frank Moretti sends his regards.” Daniel slowly turned pale. “You told them,” he whispered. The basement door unlocked. Boots started walking down the stairs.

The first thing I noticed after waking up was the smell of damp concrete. The second was the pain. It…

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