The Capo Tried to Murder the Wheelchair-Bound Mafia Boss — Until the Quiet Housemaid Smashed His Face With a Brass Lamp

Silence descended over the bedroom as the echo of the gunshot died away. Don Viktor Moretti fell lifeless onto the carpeted floor. The threat that had hung over the Russo family for years was eliminated in a single, decisive night.

Carlo stepped forward, lowering his weapon and letting out a deep breath. "The perimeter is secure now, Boss. My men are clearing the lower floors. The rest of Moretti’s crew surrendered the moment they heard the gunfire stop."

"Clean up this mess, Carlo," Damian ordered, sweeping his hand over the room. "And have the medical team examine Bruno before we hand him over to the council for trial."

"Understood, Boss," Carlo nodded, signaling two loyal guards to drag the bodies away.

As the guards began clearing the room, Damian turned around. His gaze immediately locked onto Hannah, who was still standing near the fireplace, holding her hands together tightly, her dress stained with rain and dust.

Damian walked over to her slowly. Without the wheelchair between them, he towered over her, his presence intense and overwhelming.

Hannah looked up into his dark eyes, suddenly feeling small and shy as she realized the true, terrifying majesty of the man she had protected.

"Mr. Russo..." she started softly, lowering her head. "I... I should go back to the servants' quarters."

Damian reached out, his long, warm fingers gently catching her chin, lifting her face so her eyes met his.