THE MAFIA BOSS LEARNED WHY HIS MAID SAVED HIM — AND THE SECRET SHE REVEALED CHANGED EVERYTHING
Elena paused.
For the first time since Vincent had known her, she looked genuinely afraid.
“This is about your wife.”
Vincent stared at her.
“My wife?”
Elena nodded.
“She knows they’re here.”
For several seconds, Vincent couldn’t process the words.
His wife, Sofia, was supposed to be upstairs at her sister’s house.
He had spoken to her that morning.
She had kissed him goodbye before leaving.
At least, that was what he believed.
“Where is she?” he whispered.
Elena slowly pointed toward the bedroom.
Vincent looked through the narrow opening again.
Marcus was standing beside the safe.
But there was another figure in the room now.
A woman.
Sofia.
She stepped out from behind the bedroom door wearing the same elegant black dress she had worn that morning.
Vincent’s stomach dropped.
Marcus turned toward her.
“You’re sure Elena doesn’t know?”
Sofia smiled.
“She knows nothing.”
Elena’s hand tightened around Vincent’s arm.
He could feel her trembling.
Then Sofia said something that made Vincent’s entire body go cold.
“Once Vincent is dead, the company transfers to Marcus. The documents are already prepared.”
Marcus nodded.
“And the maid?”
Sofia’s expression hardened.
“Elena has been asking too many questions.”
Vincent slowly turned toward Elena.
She closed her eyes.
“I found the evidence six months ago,” she whispered. “Your wife has been working with them for years.”
Vincent’s jaw tightened.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t know who I could trust.”
She pulled a tiny flash drive from beneath her dress.
“I copied everything.”
Vincent stared at it.
“What everything?”
“Payments. Meetings. Names. Bank accounts.”
She swallowed.
“And proof that Marcus ordered three attempts on your life.”
Vincent’s expression changed.
Three attempts.
He suddenly remembered the brake failure.
The poisoned whiskey.
The shooting outside the restaurant.
He had blamed his enemies.
All along, his own nephew had been behind them.
Then Elena whispered the part she had been afraid to say.
“There is one more thing.”
“What?”
“The reason they need you alive tonight.”
A metallic click came from the bedroom.
Marcus had opened a hidden compartment beneath the floor.
He removed a thick black folder.
Vincent recognized it immediately.
His private ledger.
The one containing every secret agreement, every hidden account, every name connected to his organization.
Marcus smiled.
“Once we have this, we don’t need him anymore.”
Sofia looked toward the closet.
“Are you sure he isn’t already here?”
Vincent froze.
Elena’s eyes widened.
Marcus slowly turned toward the closet.
Then he began walking toward them.
One step.
Then another.
Elena raised her pistol.
Vincent grabbed her wrist.
“Not yet.”
Marcus stopped directly in front of the closet door.
His hand reached for the handle.
Then suddenly—
the lights went out.
Complete darkness swallowed the room.
A second later, the sound of footsteps exploded throughout the house.
Doors slammed.
Men shouted.
Glass shattered downstairs.
Marcus yelled, “What’s happening?”
Elena smiled for the first time.
“I told you,” she whispered to Vincent.
“This isn’t just about money.”
She opened the closet door.
Vincent stepped into the darkness.
“Then what is it about?”
Elena looked him directly in the eyes.
“Your brother.”
Vincent stopped breathing.
His brother had supposedly died twelve years earlier.
But Elena pulled out her phone and showed him a photograph.
The man standing beside Marcus wasn’t dead.
He was alive.
And he was sitting in the room beneath Vincent’s house.
Waiting for him.
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