THE MAFIA BOSS SAW HIS PREGNANT MAID CARRYING A HEAVY SUITCASE—THEN HIS FIANCÉE SCREAMED, “DON'T OPEN IT!” “I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE PREGNANT! GET THAT SUITCASE DOWNSTAIRS!”

Later that evening, the estate was quiet.

I was sitting in the rocking chair in the nursery of the guest house, nursing Danielle. The soft glow of a nightlight cast long shadows across the room.

The door creaked open, and Vincent stepped inside.

He leaned against the doorframe, watching me for a moment.

"She's getting big," Vincent whispered, not wanting to wake the baby.

"She has Daniel's appetite," I smiled, gently burping her over my shoulder.

Vincent walked into the room and sat on the edge of the small sofa. He looked at me, a serious expression settling over his features.

"Clara," Vincent said quietly. "There is one last thing we need to discuss."

My smile faded slightly. "What is it?"

"When Daniel stole the routing numbers for the offshore accounts," Vincent began, lacing his fingers together, "he didn't just take Richard’s money. He took a ledger."

I frowned. "A ledger?"

"A digital record of every politician, judge, and police commissioner Richard Sterling was bribing," Vincent explained. "It was the ultimate insurance policy."

"Where is it?" I asked.

"It was on the micro-SD card inside your locket," Vincent said. "Along with the audio recording."

I stared at him, stunned. "Daniel had enough evidence to bring down half the city?"

"He did," Vincent nodded. "And yesterday, I handed that ledger over to the FBI."

My eyes widened. "Vincent, is that safe? Won't they come after you?"

Vincent smiled, a cold, confident smirk. "They can't. I gave it to them anonymously. By tomorrow morning, the FBI will launch the largest corruption sweep in Chicago history. The men who protected Richard Sterling, the men who looked the other way when Elena disappeared... they are all going to prison."

I let out a shaky breath. "It's really over, then."

"It's over," Vincent promised. "Richard’s cartel connections are severed. His legal protection is gone. He will rot in a cell until the day he dies, knowing a dead security guard outsmarted him."

I looked down at Danielle, sleeping peacefully against my chest.

"Daniel would be happy," I whispered.

Vincent stood up and walked over to the rocking chair. He gently placed a hand on Danielle’s tiny head.

"Daniel was a hero, Clara. But so are you."

"Me?" I scoffed softly. "I just dragged a suitcase."

"You trusted me," Vincent corrected. "You risked your life, and your daughter’s life, to help a man you barely knew. You are the bravest woman I know, Clara Bennett."

He kissed my forehead, a gesture of pure, familial love.

"Get some sleep," Vincent said, turning toward the door. "Tomorrow is a big day. Elena is making pancakes, and Grace is demanding you bring Danielle to breakfast."

I laughed softly. "We'll be there."

As Vincent closed the door, I looked out the nursery window.

The moon was shining brightly over the estate, casting a silver glow over the gardens, the oak tree, and the heavy iron gates that kept us safe.