My husband, Alessandro Vidi, is the most powerful mob boss in Chicago.
He once swore to me that he would protect our son Leo and me with his life.
Until that soccer game. His enemies attacked the field. To shield Leo, I took a bullet through my abdomen. But Leo still got hit three times and fell in a pool of blood.
Alessandro arrived, took down the attackers on the spot, and rushed us to his private hospital.
In the hospital room, the searing pain jolted me awake briefly. I wanted to call out to him, but instead I heard his conversation with his men.
"Boss, I thought we were only taking one kidney. Why did Leo have to—"
"Elena's wound isn't fatal. Just the abdomen." Alessandro's voice was ice-cold. "I've been raising Leo for seven years just for this. Now that Luca has his kidney, keeping him around would only be a problem for Luca."
"After all... Luca is my real son."
That moment, I understood—the shooting at the soccer field was never an enemy's revenge. It was murder he orchestrated himself. He traded my son's life for his mistress's child's life.
But he will never know—
Luca isn't even his flesh and blood.
