The Mafia Don's Runaway Collateral Wife

Chapter 6 6

Word Count: 750 | Released on: 09/04/2026

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metal rims. The piercing, continuous shriek of the car's security alarm vibrated throu

cle tilted awkwardly to the left. The acrid stench of bu

teeth ached. *"Status,"* I barked over the encrypted comms, my v

king garage."* In the background, I heard the violent crash of metal colliding with concrete. *"The boy-Marco-he

five-year-old. A five-year-old boy had just crippled my three

this metal coff

iately slid into the back of the backup black SUV. The heavy doors slammed shut, instantly sev

red suit was dusted with concrete powder, his st

d, my eyes fixed on

, though I could hear the underlying tension. "We have the plate, but they were

ishe

ng against my pride. No one vanished

Vittorio, my grandfather, had handed me a file six years ago painting Isabella Rossi a

't look at yo

en spat with defiance or calculated malice. It had been breathed out with a raw, suffocating terror. She had l

d, my voice danger

ace me. "Thrown by the other boy, Alessandro. The one with t

n't the actions of pampered children raised on a se

eaking under my weight. "The boy

't hesitate. "They are yours, Don. The exact same st

emnants of my patience. My blood. My sons. My daughter. She had stolen th

he Italian curse slipping out

sion of a measured response. This was no long

ercy. "Handle her. I never want to see or hear from h

d," Casimi

ng the confined space. "I want access to every traffic camera from here to Queens. Run facial recognition on

indow at the sprawling, n

hem befor

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“Six years ago, I was given to New York's most ruthless mafia Don as collateral to pay off my father's gambling debt. After one terrifying, pitch-black night with him, his grandfather framed me for treason and threw me out onto the freezing streets. They threw me away, not knowing I was pregnant with his triplets. Now, I only came back to his city to get his signature on our divorce papers so my children and I could disappear to Europe. But his men ambushed us at the airport and dragged us to his underground interrogation room. Damien threw a DNA consent form on the steel desk, staring at my fierce five-year-old son with dark reverence. "Sign the paper. Or I will personally forge him into the sharpest weapon this family has ever seen." I was trembling with absolute terror. He believed the lies that I had sold his family's secrets and abandoned his firstborn heir for money. I didn't understand why this monster wouldn't just let me go, but I couldn't let him drag my innocent babies into his violent hell. Just as I tearfully picked up the pen to surrender, the room plunged into darkness, and a digital threat hijacked his monitors. My other five-year-old son had hacked the Don's network, starting a 60-second countdown to wipe out all his billions. Damien was forced to yield, but when the steel doors opened, his severely traumatized, silent six-year-old heir walked in-and immediately curled into my arms. Damien stared at us in shock, then slowly tore my divorce papers into pieces. "The deal is off."”