But on that freezing night in Chicago, his hands were shaking.
His five-year-old son was missing.
For six endless hours, the entire city had been turned upside down. His men searched streets, abandoned buildings, and every hideout belonging to their enemies. Dominic expected a ransom demand, a threat, or something far worse.
What he found left him speechless.
Little Leo was fast asleep in the arms of a homeless woman.
She was soaked, wounded, and covered in dirt, sitting on a worn-out mattress behind an abandoned bar. Yet she was still using her own body to shield the boy from the cold and the danger around them.
Dominic pointed his gun directly at her.
“Hand him over. Now.”
But the woman didn’t beg.
She didn’t cry.
She didn’t even look afraid.
Instead, she stared back at him and said:
“Keep your voice down. He finally fell asleep.”
For the first time in years, the most feared mafia boss in Illinois had no words.
Then he noticed something even more shocking.
Just a few feet away lay one of a rival family’s most dangerous enforcers, unconscious and badly beaten. The homeless woman had fought him alone to save his son.
Dominic lifted Leo into his arms and, for the first time in years, felt something that looked a lot like gratitude.
But just as he was about to leave, the injured woman grabbed his wrist.
Her eyes locked onto his.
And she whispered a sentence that made his blood run cold.
“Don’t take your son home.”
Dominic frowned.
“Why?”
The woman struggled to breathe.
Then she answered:
“Because the person who ordered the kidnapping is already inside your mansion.”
The silence that followed was more terrifying than any gunshot.
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