I gave birth to the son of the most feared mafia boss in the city, believing I would leave his mansion the moment I received the money for my mother’s treatment. But during my confinement, I found myself caring for the man behind the ruthless reputation—and when his enemies attacked, I revealed that I was not an ordinary woman at all, but the last daughter of a murdered mafia king.

A cold and terrifying silence settled over the rooftop as Julian’s laughter died away.

I did not scream or cry for the man I had just lost.

The grief was instantly replaced by an ancient fury that flowed through my Romano blood.

I raised my pistol and shot Julian cleanly in his kneecap.

He collapsed to the ground with a pathetic shriek of agony.

I walked toward him with slow and deliberate steps until I stood over his writhing body.

He begged for mercy and promised to give me all the wealth in his hidden accounts.

I coldly informed him that a Romano does not care about dirty money.

I kicked his gun off the roof and pressed the barrel of my weapon against his forehead.

I told him this was justice for my father, my mother, and the man he just murdered.

I pulled the trigger and finally ended the reign of Julian Moretti.

I lowered the gun and stared blankly at the rising sun.

The police sirens were growing deafeningly loud as tactical teams surrounded the building below.

I rushed back down the stairs to find my mother waiting anxiously on the catwalk.

We navigated through the maze of the chemical plant and slipped out through a hidden drainage pipe.

We stole a forgotten maintenance truck and drove away before the police breached the perimeter.

I drove us back to the hidden safe house in complete silence.

My heart felt like a hollow stone locked inside my chest.

We entered the security room and I immediately scooped my baby out of the crib.

I held him tight and silently promised that no one would ever hurt him again.

My mother placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and wept for the sacrifice Adrian had made.

I wiped my dry eyes and began packing our bags to leave the city forever.

Suddenly, the heavy metal door of the safe house groaned loudly.

I grabbed my gun and aimed it squarely at the entrance.

The door swung open to reveal a battered and bloody figure leaning heavily against the frame.

It was Adrian, bruised and broken, but miraculously alive.

He coughed up blood and explained that he had crashed through a canvas awning that broke his fall.

I dropped my gun and ran across the room to crash into his arms.

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Before we could celebrate the miracle, a red laser sight painted a dot on Adrian’s chest.

Five heavily armed mercenaries dressed in black tactical gear stepped out of the shadows behind him.

Chapter 8 - The Wrath of the Last Romano