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THE MAFIA BOSS'S OBSESSION: NO ONE TOUCHES HIS MAID / Chapter 5 / 6

Chapter 5 - The Ultimate Betrayal

Facebook Hook Title: MY 'DEAD' DATE RETURNED FROM THE GRAVE! AND HE JUST REVEALED THE HIEST-RANKING TRAITOR IN THE MAFIA MANSION... IT WASN'T HIM! 🪞😱"Missed me, sweet cheeks?" Simon sneered, wiping a mixture of sweat and gunpowder from his face. He was limping heavily, and his shoulder was bandaged, but he held a submachine gun leveled right at her chest.

"Nico... Nico said he locked you in the basement," Tessa stammered, her finger freezing on the trigger.

"He did. But your boyfriend has a rat in his inner circle," Simon laughed, a hollow, grating sound. "You think we found the security codes and the tunnel layouts by guessing? Someone very close to Nico wants him dead. And they let me out of my cage to fetch the prize."

"I'll shoot you," Tessa threatened, trying to steady her hands. "I swear to God, Simon, I'll shoot."

"No, you won't. Because if you shoot me, you'll never know the truth about your precious Nico," Simon said, taking a slow step forward. "You think he loves you? You think he rescued you? Wake up, Tessa! Nico Falco didn't hire you by accident a year ago."

Tessa’s heart stopped. "What do you mean?"

"Your father," Simon smiled evilly. "Ten years ago, he was a driver for the old Falco Don. He witnessed Nico execute his own father to take the throne. Your father fled with the evidence, but Nico hunted him down and staged the car crash that killed him. Nico didn't bring you into this house out of pity or love. He kept you here to keep his enemies from finding you—because your father hid that evidence in a place only you would know."

The room seemed to tilt. The walls crashed in on her. Her father’s death... the tragic accident that had ruined her family and left her mother sick with grief... it wasn't an accident.

It was Nico.

"He’s been playing you, Tessa," Simon whispered, extending his hand. "Come with me. Give us the location of your father's old safety deposit box, and we will kill Nico tonight. You'll have your revenge. You'll be free."

Before Tessa could speak, a shadow appeared behind Simon.

A blade flashed through the smoke.

With a sickening wet sound, Simon’s eyes went wide. The submachine gun slipped from his fingers as he collapsed forward, revealing Nico standing behind him. Nico’s face was entirely splattered with blood, his eyes wild and breathless. He dropped the combat knife, rushing over to Tessa.

"Tessa! Are you hurt? Did he touch you?" Nico yelled, reaching out for her.

Tessa scrambled backward, her face pale, aiming the silver pistol directly at Nico’s forehead.

"Stay back!" she screamed, her voice echoing with pure heartbreak. "Stay away from me, you monster!"

Nico froze, his hands in the air, his eyes tracking the barrel of the gun. "Tesina... what did he tell you?"

"Did you kill my father?" she sobbed, her finger tightening on the trigger. "Look me in the eye and tell me! DID YOU KILL HIM?!"

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The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure terminal on my desk flashed a violent crimson. I hadn't slept in thirty-six hours, my eyes burning from staring at columns of ghost figures, duplicate invoices, and shell corporations linked to Dominic Rossi. But the red alert wasn’t from Rossi’s faction. It was an internal security flag originating from the estate’s main vault deep beneath the west wing.

The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure ter...

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scattering the light from the chandeliers. The muffled laughter died instantly, replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence that crept outward from the grand staircase.

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scatter...

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking out the clinical, terrifying silence of the kitchen. Evelyn Crane stood stiffly in front of my mahogany desk, her hands folded over her apron with the rigid precision of someone who had spent decades micromanaging every square inch of my estate. Behind her, Norah hovered near the doorway, clutching her clipboard like a shield.

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking...

Nico’s face went completely blank, the cold, ruthless mask of the Mafia Don sliding back into place. He didn't deny it. He didn't blink.

"Yes," Nico said softly. "I did."

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