The Mafia Boss Followed His Maid Without Her Knowing—Then Saw Her Crying Beside a Hospital Bed

A loud, metallic siren echoed across the two-hundred-acre estate.

Red security lights flashed along the perimeter walls.

Frank’s voice barked frantically through Dominic’s ear radio: "Boss! Multiple breaches at the south gate! Moretti brought everything he has—three armored trucks, thirty men with heavy automatic weapons!"

Dominic’s peaceful expression vanished instantly, replaced by the terrifying, lethal persona of the mafia kingpin.

He grabbed Linda by the shoulders, his grip firm and unyielding. "Get inside the house. Go to the safe room beneath the study with Keo and lock the steel door from the inside. Do not open it for anyone except me."

"Dominic, no!" Linda cried, panic seizing her chest as she held onto his coat. "Come with us!"

"I have to end this, Linda," Dominic said coldly, pulling his secondary weapon from his ankle holster and placing it into her hands. "If anyone breaches the study, use this. I will be right back."

He kissed her fiercely one last time, then pushed her toward the villa entrance. "Go!"

Linda ran toward the garden fountain, grabbing Keo and carrying him rapidly into the house while the sound of heavy automatic gunfire erupted from the south pine woods.

Dominic turned back toward the courtyard, pulling two high-caliber pistols from his tactical vest.

The Moretti family had brought a war to his home.

They were going to leave in body bags.

Dominic moved through the misty estate gardens like a phantom. Years of combat training and ruthless street warfare took over. He engaged Moretti's hitmen in the dense pine trees, taking them down one by one with lethal precision.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Muzzle flashes illuminated the foggy morning air. Screams of wounded men echoed off the stone walls as Dominic’s private garrison counter-attacked from the high balcony positions.

Within twenty minutes, twenty-five of Moretti’s men lay dead in the mud.

Dominic walked into the center driveway, his suit soaked in rain and blood, his chest heaving as he pointed his weapon at the final armored vehicle.

Don Moretti himself stepped out of the passenger side, holding a smoking rifle, his leg already wounded from a guard's bullet.

"Gallo!" Moretti roared, coughing blood onto the gravel. "You ruined my family's syndicate for a maid and a dying bastard!"

Dominic walked toward him slowly, his eyes cold and dark as the grave.

"They are my family now," Dominic said flatly.