I was the devoted wife of a mafia mobster who came home with bodies in the car and blood on his shoes, but it wasn’t over.
As dusk fell, a Lincoln Continental parked outside Andrea Giovino’s Staten Island home. Dinner was being cooked on the stove, her children were playing, and the $6,000 worth of roses she had planted out front were swaying in the wind. But her husband was not alone in the car that night – there were two…