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

Inside the private dining room, Marco was forced into a chair, his wound bandaged tightly by Leo. Alexander stood over him, holding the gold pen he had dropped earlier.

"You're going to reply to Vincenzo, Marco," Alexander commanded smoothly. "You are going to tell him the contract is signed and that I am on my way to the South Pier warehouse to inspect the cargo personally."

Marco shook his head frantically, blood dripping down his collar. "He'll kill me, Alexander! If he finds out I talked—"

"He won't have the chance to kill you," Alexander interrupted, pressing the sharp tip of the gold pen against Marco's collarbone. "Because you're going to do exactly as I say, or Leo will finish what he started."

Terrified, Marco typed the text message with trembling fingers and sent it. Seconds later, a confirmation pinged back from Vincenzo: Good. Make sure he enters the lower level.

Alexander turned to Leo. "Evacuate all our personnel from the South Pier warehouse immediately. Set controlled demolition charges on the outer pier—make it look and sound like a massive explosion from a distance. Let Vincenzo believe his plan succeeded."

Lucia stepped forward, her dark eyes flashing with determination. "What about the ledger my father left in Palermo? Vincenzo will try to destroy it if he suspects anything."