The Mafia Boss Found Her Baby Hidden in His Laundry Room — Until He Learned Why She Was Hiding

Alessandro gestured subtly with his hand.

The two bodyguards hauled Victor up from the wet pavement, dragging the screaming, terrified man toward the waiting dark sedan.

"Wait! Please! I'll leave! I'll never come back!" Victor shrieked, his shoes scraping against the concrete as he realized exactly who he had just threatened. "Elena! Tell him to stop! Please!"

Elena stood holding the handles of the stroller, her hands shaking, but she did not look away. She felt absolutely no pity for the monster who had left her and her baby to starve.

"You made your choice, Victor," Elena said coldly, turning her back on him completely.

Victor was violently shoved into the back of the dark sedan. The doors slammed shut, and the car sped away into the rainy Chicago traffic, never to be seen again. Victor wasn't murdered, but he was transported to a remote, highly secure Duca Syndicate facility, where he would spend the next decade doing hard manual labor to pay off every single cent of the debt he had dumped on his ex-wife.

Alessandro stepped forward, gently placing a warm, protective hand on Elena’s trembling shoulder.

"Are you hurt?" Alessandro asked, his voice instantly softening as he looked from Elena down to the crying baby in the stroller.

"No," Elena whispered, tears of profound relief finally spilling down her cheeks. "We're okay. Thank you, Alessandro."

Alessandro knelt down on the wet pavement, completely ignoring the rain ruining his expensive suit. He gently touched Mia’s cheek, wiping away her tears. The little girl stopped crying instantly, recognizing her protector, and reached out her tiny hand to grab his finger, just as she had done in the hallway months ago.