“If I leave, will Mommy get to stay?” the three-year-old asked me, and for the first time in nineteen years, I felt something inside me break. I was the most feared crime boss in the city, yet the little girl who had once climbed onto my chest while I bled from a bullet wound was now offering to disappear because of an order I had given against her family.

I sprinted wildly after them, completely ignoring the heavy bullets tearing through the air around me.

Lorenzo aggressively threw Lily into the back of the waiting helicopter and tried to climb inside.

I violently tackled him right off the metal landing skids, sending us both crashing fiercely into the deep, freezing snow.

We fought brutally in the white powder, trading heavy, bloody punches driven by decades of pure hatred.

Lorenzo viciously reached for a hidden backup pistol securely tucked entirely inside his bloody coat.

I grabbed a heavy, jagged rock from the freezing ground and smashed it aggressively into his temple.

Lorenzo's eyes instantly rolled completely back into his head, and his massive body went entirely limp in the snow.

I did not bother to finish him off because he was finally no longer my absolute problem.

I rushed fiercely to the waiting helicopter and pulled a crying, terrified Lily into my strong arms.

Clara ran desperately out of the ruined warehouse, collapsing emotionally into our fierce, crushing embrace.

Six beautiful, peaceful months eventually passed after that terrifying night of blood and violence.

I officially dismantled my entire massive criminal empire, aggressively handing over the remaining territories to the police.

We moved permanently to a heavily guarded, stunning, sun-drenched estate completely hidden on the beautiful coast.

I officially adopted Lily, legally becoming the loving, protective father she had always deeply deserved.

I had finally found true peace, willingly trading a life of constant violence for a beautiful, happy family.

One quiet afternoon, Clara was carefully organizing the old storage boxes stored deeply inside the basement.

She pulled out my old, heavy leather jacket and felt a strange, thick envelope hidden deeply inside the lining.

She carefully opened the old, blood-stained paper and read the heavily encrypted assassination order perfectly signed in my own handwriting.

The Mafia Boss Asked a Disabled Widow If She Was Okay

“Who taught you those words?”

“SIR... MY MOMMY NEEDS A BOYFRIEND.”

It was the official, undeniable mafia contract I had personally authorized exactly five years ago.

The very contract that explicitly ordered the brutal, merciless execution of her innocent, loving husband.

Chapter 10 - The Heart of a Boss