Donovan's earnings began to skyrocket, doubling and tripling compared to what he made from the nightclub alone. His ambition to become rich consumed him, and he poured all his time into mastering the mafia world.
True to his nature, he succeeded.
But when he became victorious, our marriage suffered defeat.
At first, it was just the lack of time. But soon, he wouldn't come home for days, sometimes weeks, and he never explained why. Then came the bruises from the arguments he had been on. Donovan would return home battered, and once, he was even shot, barely escaping death.
When he survived, I begged him to leave the illegal life behind, to walk away from Casa Nostra and focus on other legitimate businesses.
I pleaded for a normal life and for us to start a family together. But instead of hearing me, he lashed out. That was the first time he ever laid hands on me.
Afterward, he even tracked down the man who shot him.
Donovan was able to kill him. And somehow, he got away with the crime, as if nothing had happened.
That was the turning point.