The Mafia Boss Capped His Gold Pen and Sealed the Dining Room Doors — Until the Waitress Whispered His Betrayal in Flawless Sicilian

Smoke poured down the stone stairs as a tall, distinguished senior man in a tailored black overcoat stepped into the crypt, surrounded by six heavily armed mercenaries. His silver hair and sharp mustache bore a striking resemblance to Alexander.

It was Uncle Vincenzo Bellini.

"I must admit, Alexander, you inherit your father's annoying habit of surviving when you ought to die," Vincenzo said smoothly, his voice echoing off the stone vaults of the crypt.

Alexander stepped in front of Lucia, holding his handgun low at his side. "You bombed my warehouse. You ordered Marco to poison my contract. And fifteen years ago, you murdered my father and Mateo Vannucci."

Vincenzo chuckled darkly, stepping closer. "Your father was weak, Alexander! He wanted peace with the other families. He lacked the vision to build a true global empire. I did what was necessary to preserve our family's dominance."

Vincenzo looked at Lucia, his eyes cold and devoid of remorse. "And you... Mateo's little girl. You should have stayed a quiet waitress in New York. Spilling that wine was the biggest mistake of your short life."

"Spilling that wine saved the Bellini family from a traitor," Lucia spat back, clutching the ledger tightly against her chest.