The Mafia Boss’s Baby Was Dying—Until a Grieving Maid Did What No Doctor Could

The aftermath of the attack turned the Rossi estate into an impenetrable fortress. Armed guards patrolled every corner, high-tech security grids were re-installed, and the third floor was completely sealed off to everyone except Lorenzo and Marco, who had miraculously survived his injuries.

Though Leo was growing stronger every day, the tension in the estate was thick enough to cut with a knife. Lorenzo had declared open war on the Moretti syndicate. Every night, heavy black SUVs rolled out of the gates, and every morning, Lorenzo returned smelling of gunpowder and copper, his gray eyes darkening with the weight of the bloodshed outside.

Yet inside the nursery, a strange intimacy began to blossom.

Lorenzo spent every spare moment in the third-floor suite. He no longer stood in the shadows; he sat beside Hunter while she fed Leo, watching his son with a mixture of awe and fierce pride.

"You haven't slept in two days," Hunter said softly one evening, placing a sleeping Leo into his crib and looking over at Lorenzo, who sat on the plush sofa with a hand over his face.

"Sleep is a luxury I cannot afford right now, Hunter," Lorenzo replied, his voice rough with fatigue. He dropped his hand and looked at her. "Moretti is desperate. He knows if he doesn't kill me now, my family will wipe his name from Italy."

Hunter walked over and quietly sat in the armchair opposite him. "And what happens to Leo if you don't come back one night?"

Lorenzo’s eyes flared with intense emotion. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Everything I own, every contract, every property, is in a trust managed by Marco for Leo. And you, Hunter... you are named as his sole guardian. You will be protected and financially secure for the rest of your life."

Hunter felt her breath catch in her throat. "I don't care about your money, Lorenzo. Leo needs his father. I..." She stopped herself, her cheeks flushing.

Lorenzo stood up, bridging the gap between them in a single stride. He reached down, taking her slender hand in his large, warm palm. "Say it, Hunter."