The Maid Stopped the Mafia Boss's Wedding With a Secret Recording—When He Heard His Bride's Voice, He Turned His Back on the Altar Forever

Casper’s expression remained as hard as granite. He stepped up to Marcus, the barrel of his pistol lowering just slightly. "A loyal man comes to his Don when his family is threatened. A traitor takes the enemy's money and smiles in his Don's face. You are the latter, Marcus."

Before Marcus could make a sudden move for his own weapon, Uncle August stood up, racking the pump of his shotgun with a loud, terrifying clack. "You broke the code of omertà, Marcus. The punishment is absolute."

"Wait!" Marcus begged, falling to his knees. "I can give you the Vitiellos! I have their communication phones! I have the exact location of their inner council meeting tonight! They're celebrating your supposed death right now at the harbor warehouse!"

Casper paused. Taking down the entire Vitiello leadership in one night would secure his family's empire for a century. He looked at Willow, who gave him a subtle, resolute nod.

Casper reached down, snatching a specialized encrypted burner phone from Marcus’s tactical vest. "You just bought your life, Marcus. But not your freedom."

Casper looked at the elite loyal guards standing outside the study door. "Strip him of his rank. Hand him over to the federal authorities with a bow on top. Include all the evidence of his offshore wire fraud. Let him rot in a maximum-security cell."

As Marcus was dragged away, weeping in defeat, Casper turned his attention to the burner phone. He unlocked it using Marcus’s thumbprint before the guards took him away. The screen displayed a text thread confirming the Vitiello leadership was gathered at Pier 42, waiting for Marcus to bring the ledger.

Casper turned to Uncle August. "Rally our best men. Tonight, we end the Vitiello syndicate once and for all."

Casper then turned to Willow. "You stay here. You've done more than enough today."