A Mafia Boss Saved His Brother’s Heir From Execution — Until She Dropped the Sealed Wax Note That Unmasked the Real Traitor

Dante took a slow, heavy breath, his chest rising and falling in controlled rhythms. The revelation hit him harder than any bullet ever could.

Ten years ago, the night the Moretti estate burned to the ground, Dante had dragged a sixteen-year-old Julian out of the raging inferno with his bare hands, suffering second-degree burns across his own back. He had spent a decade shielding Julian from the dark realities of the underworld, giving him wealth, power, and high-society status.

He had treated Julian like a precious younger brother worthy of protection.

"Where is Julian right now?" Dante asked, his dark eyes turning pitch black with absolute murder.

"He's currently at the grand gala at the St. Regis," Elena replied, calmly adjusting her dress. "He invited three hundred members of high society, including the chief of police and two federal judges. He plans to announce your 'untimely death' due to heart failure at midnight—and officially take full control of the Moretti holdings."

Dante looked down at the trembling bartender still kneeling on the floor.

"Get up," Dante ordered the servant, his voice dropping into an icy hush.

The bartender scrambled to his feet, tears streaming down his sweaty face. "Boss... please... I have two kids..."

"You will carry that bottle back to the pantry," Dante instructed coldly. "You will lock the door, and you will call Julian’s personal bodyguard. You will tell him that I drank every drop, and that my body is resting in the private suite upstairs."

The bartender blinked, trembling violently. "A-And if I make a mistake?"