The Runaway Sister's Abandoned Mafia Heir

Chapter 4

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nding on my door p

turday morning light cutting through the blinds. The pounding d

nd went to the door, press

t, my uncle,

the door open. They pushed past me immediately, flooding in

r family?" my aunt demanded,

a piece of trash!" my cousin added, poin

g to the scraps of the underworld. They viewed Serena's child as a va

aid, pointing a steady fi

"You should have kept the boy quiet unti

a harsh, b

booked a one-way flight a month ago. She burned her phones a

to a thick, unco

lanned it. They thought

able to meet my gaze. "Well, these lodgings are entire

nd stared them down

y voice dropping to a dangerous calm. "Which one of you wants to hide Da

said

usin tugged on my aunt's sleeve. "We should go," my cousin

eyes. I slammed the door behind them and shot the deadbolt back in

ver me: if my extended family already knew about Nico, the news was spread

oper breath, my phone ra

cked it up. It was t

our private labs," he said, his voi

y heart giving a

datory sit-down at the head

be there

NA results were in. By two o'clock, I would know whet

l the cramped space. The hot water washed away the lingering exhaustion of the

made dark slacks and a structured black blazer. I pulle

irror over the sink. There were dark ci

eys and walked

ast. But this time, I would not walk out empty-hande

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The Runaway Sister's Abandoned Mafia Heir

Julian Reid Mafia

“My sister abandoned her newborn baby at a hospital and fled the country. The father was Dante, the absolute sovereign of the city's underworld. My mother frantically ordered me to hide the child to save our skins. But I refused to cower. I took the baby straight to the Mafia Don's fortress and demanded he take responsibility. For the first critical days of the baby's life, I was the only one there. I paced my rundown apartment with a sick infant, spending my last savings, while my sister was living it up in Vancouver with her offshore money. But months later, when Dante officially claimed the boy and placed us under his ultimate protection, my sister and mother suddenly came back. They put on a pathetic weeping act in Dante's office. "I just want my son back. I was just so scared," my sister sobbed, demanding custody of the Mafia heir. My own mother had actually helped her pack, advising her to dump the baby on me so she could escape. Now, seeing Dante's limitless wealth, they wanted to reap the rewards. They treated me like a disposable pawn, expecting me to quietly hand over the child I had saved. How could my own blood be so shamelessly greedy? But they underestimated me, and they underestimated the Don. Looking at the ruthless Mafia boss, I calmly exposed their treason, forcing his final judgment. This time, I was claiming my place.”