The Ruthless Mafia Boss Ignored His Ex Wife’s Calls — Not Knowing It Was His Baby’s Last Goodbye

“I know everything that happens in my city, Wade,” Roman Sokolov laughed, a dark, raspy sound that made the hairs on Wade’s neck stand up. “You thought you could hide the girl. You thought she vanished. But my men have been watching her for six months. We just didn't realize the bastard she was carrying belonged to the great Wade Mercer.”

Wade’s hand drifted instinctively to the heavy pistol concealed in his shoulder holster. “If you have men near this hospital, Roman, I will slaughter them. And then I will come for you.”

“Such aggression,” Roman mocked. “But you are in no position to make threats, my friend. I heard about your little problem. A failing heart. Such a tragedy.”

“What do you want?” Wade demanded, cutting through the theatrics.

“I have a medical contact in Seattle,” Roman said smoothly. “A private clinic. They just received a pediatric donor heart thirty minutes ago from a tragic car accident. It’s a perfect match for a ten-month-old boy. The organ is currently on ice, preparing to go to a senator’s grandchild.”

Wade stopped breathing. Seattle. He could have a private jet there and back in less than eight hours.

“Name your price, Roman.”

“I don't want your money, Wade. I want your territory,” the Russian boss stated coldly. “Sign over the South Side shipping ports to my syndicate. Give me total control of the docks. Do that, and I will have my men intercept the transport and fly the heart directly to your hospital.”

The South Side ports were the crown jewel of Wade’s empire. Surrendering them meant giving the Russians a stranglehold on the entire Midwest. It would show absolute weakness to the Commission. It would be professional suicide.

“You have one hour to decide,” Roman said, sensing his hesitation. “If you agree, the heart flies to Chicago. If you refuse, I make a phone call, and the organ goes to the senator’s family. And your son dies.”

The line went dead.

Wade lowered the phone, his jaw locked so tight his teeth ached. He didn't care about the empire. He didn't care about the ports. He only cared about the little boy fighting for his life down the hall.