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The most feared mafia boss in Chicago came home three hours early and found his housekeeper secretly feeding four identical little boys at the dining table no one had touched since his wife died. He was about to demand an explanation when one boy pointed at him and asked, “Elena, is that the man from the picture?” The spoon fell from her hand. / Chapter 9 / 10

Chapter 9 - Blood and Legacy

Marco Valenti turned, his face pale, his hands shaking as he held a small snub-nosed revolver.

The once-mighty patriarch of the southern cartel looked broken, stripped of his guards, his power, and his illusions.

"Alejandro..." Marco stammered, backing away toward the stern of the boat. "Listen to me... we are family! Sofia was my daughter!"

"You surrendered the right to call her your daughter the moment you tried to kill her children," I said, stepping onto the wooden deck of the yacht. My rifle was lowered, but my hand was firm on the grip.

"I did it for the family!" Marco pleaded, his voice high and desperate. "A woman giving birth to four boys at once? It would have destroyed the balance! The council would have forced me to surrender my territories to you!"

"You traded your daughter's life and your grandsons' blood for soil and money," I said coldly. "You are not a Don, Marco. You are a coward."

"I am your father-in-law!" he screamed, raising the revolver.

BANG.

I didn't even flinch. The round grazed my shoulder, tearing through my leather jacket without hitting flesh.

Before he could pull the trigger a second time, I closed the distance in a flash. I seized his wrist, twisted the revolver from his hand, and tossed it into the lake.

I grabbed Marco by the throat, forcing him back over the stern railing until he was suspended above the dark, icy waters of Lake Michigan.

"Sofia spent her final days hiding in darkness because of you," I whispered, my voice cutting through the sound of the crashing waves below. "My sons grew up without a father because of you."

"Please..." Marco gasped, clutching at my hand. "Alejandro... mercy..."

I pulled Mateo’s silver cross from my pocket and held it up so Marco could see it.

"My son gave me this to make sure I came home safely," I told him. "And I am going home to my boys."

I let go of his throat.

Marco Valenti fell forty feet into the freezing black waters beneath the pier. He resurfaced once, gasping for air, swallowed by the heavy current and the dark depths of Lake Michigan.

He did not come up a second time.

I stood at the railing for a moment, watching the dark water settle.

"Boss," Dominic called out, stepping onto the boat deck behind me. "It's done. The city is secure. Every Valenti captain has surrendered."

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