The Maid’s Toddler Found A Camera In Her Doll—The Mafia Boss Froze When He Saw What It Recorded

By sunrise, the rain had stopped, leaving the grounds of the estate covered in a heavy, ethereal fog.

Inside the grand dining room, Alessandro sat at the head of a long mahogany table. Surrounding him were six of the most powerful Capos in the Midwest—men who controlled the docks, the transport unions, the construction syndicates, and the gambling dens.

On the large digital screen behind Alessandro, Marco played the recorded video file of Matteo and Victoria’s betrayal, followed by the audio logs detailing Don Valenti’s plan to seize Chicago.

When the presentation ended, the room was filled with an outrage so fierce that several Capos slammed their fists onto the table.

"Traitorous scum!" Capo Vanzini bellowed, his face red with anger. "Matteo sold us out to New York! He deserves to be thrown into the lake!"

"Matteo and Victoria are already being handled," Alessandro announced coldly, his voice easily cutting through the uproar. "What matters now is Don Valenti. He believes his hit squad succeeded at the docks last night. He believes I am dead and my estate is in chaos."

He leaned forward, resting his hands on the polished wood.

"We are going to let him continue believing it."

Capo Lucarno frowned. "What do you mean, Boss?"

"Marco has sent a forged encrypted message from Matteo’s phone to Don Valenti’s private compound in New York," Alessandro explained. "The message states that I was eliminated at the harbor, and that Emma Bennett is locked in the study awaiting his arrival."

A dark, dangerous smile spread across Capo Vanzini’s face. "He’s going to fly in to claim his prize."

"He is already on his private jet," Alessandro confirmed, checking his watch. "He lands at Midway Airport in two hours. He will bring his top twelve lieutenants to this house to take control of the city."