Cassandra Leone:-
"Donna, former Donna Angela, is here to meet you," my assistant announced after stepping into the room, holding her tablet. I rolled my eyes and muttered curses in Russian under my breath. If one Leone isn't enough, I have to f*****g bear these idiots too.
"Tell her I don't want to see her right now," I snapped. I was not in the mood."
"I knew you would send that, brat, hence why I entered myself." Angela snapped back with attitude and glared at my assistant. "Leave us alone," she ordered, and I stood up in anger and towered over her. She was tall, but not taller than me. She was 5.4', while I was 5.8'.
"Last time I remembered, I became the Donna of the Italian Mafia, the moment I married your son, so don't you dare disrespect me. I said I don't want to talk to you ri
