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

Alexander stood up, taking the encrypted phone from Leo's hand. He stared at the glowing screen. The contact name was saved only as a single letter: V.

"Uncle Vincenzo," Alexander whispered, his voice dropping into an icy tone.

Lucia stood up beside him. "Vincenzo Bellini? Your father's brother?"

"He's the only one who uses that specific encryption protocol," Alexander said, his hands clenching into tight fists. "When my father died, Vincenzo stepped in to help me rebuild. I gave him control of our international shipping routes. I trusted him like a second father."

Leo looked at his boss grimly. "Vincenzo is currently waiting at the main estate in Long Island. He told us he was coordinating the warehouse security from there."

Alexander’s eyes burned with a dark, lethal fire. "He sent Marco here to ensure I signed the transfer of the South Pier warehouse. Once signed, the explosion would have wiped out fifty of my most loyal men and destroyed my reputation, leaving Vincenzo to take full control of the Bellini empire."

He turned to Lucia, his expression softening with immense gratitude. "If you hadn't spilled that wine, Lucia... I would be dead, my men would be burned, and my father's murderer would be crowned Boss."