The Maid’s Toddler Found the Mafia Boss Bleeding in His Office—What She Did Next Shocked His Entire Family Adeline Boudreaux was two years and ten months old when she found Vincent Castellano bleeding behind his desk. The door to his office was half open. She pushed it wider with the nose of the stuffed green alligator she dragged everywhere by one arm. “Uncle Vin?”

Marcus froze, his gun aimed down the hallway.

“Thomas?” Marcus shouted. “What the hell are you doing?”

Thomas, the mild-mannered estate manager who had worked for Vincent for ten years, turned his head slowly.

He saw Vincent standing beside Marcus, bleeding but very much alive.

Thomas’s face went pale.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” Thomas stammered.

“I had a scheduling conflict,” Vincent said coldly.

Vincent looked at the piece of paper in Thomas’s hand.

It was a crayon drawing Adeline had made that morning. A drawing of a green frog sitting by a pond.

Thomas had stepped on it when he entered the hall.

“It was you,” Vincent realized. “You framed Marcus in the ledger. You let the hitman in. You opened the gates for the Morettis.”

Thomas backed up behind the heavily armed men.

“You didn’t pay me enough, Vincent!” Thomas yelled, his voice cracking with panic. “The Morettis offered me five million and a seat at the table. All I had to do was leave the office door unlocked and give them the girl!”

Vincent’s eyes locked onto Thomas.

“You sold my daughter.”

“She’s a maid’s brat!” Thomas spat.

The four hitmen raised their rifles, aiming at Vincent and Marcus.

“Kill them!” Thomas screamed.

Marcus braced to fire, knowing they were completely outgunned.

But Vincent didn’t raise his weapon.

Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the heavy silver master key Camille had found on the floor.

He held it up.

“Do you know what this key really does, Thomas?” Vincent asked loudly, his voice echoing over the men.

Thomas frowned. “It opens the vault.”

“No,” Vincent said. “It arms the house.”

Vincent pressed a hidden button embedded in the head of the silver key.

Instantly, the ceiling panels in the hallway dropped open.

Thick, heavy steel blast doors slammed down at both ends of the corridor, trapping Thomas and the four hitmen inside the twenty-foot stretch of hallway.

Vincent and Marcus had stepped backward perfectly, sealing themselves on the safe side of the steel wall.

Muffled shouting and banging echoed from the other side.

“They’re locked in the kill box,” Marcus said, grinning.

“Leave them,” Vincent ordered, turning toward the stairs. “We have bigger problems.”

“Who?”

“The man who hired Thomas. The man who wants Addie.”

They rushed up the grand staircase to the main foyer.

The heavy front doors were blown completely off their hinges, rain pouring into the marble entryway.

Standing in the center of the foyer, holding a dripping black umbrella, was an older man with silver hair and a sharp, cruel face.

Salvatore Moretti.

He wasn’t alone. Six heavily armed men stood in a semicircle behind him.

“Vincent,” Salvatore smiled, showing yellowed teeth. “You look terrible.”

Vincent stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at his old enemy.

“You’re trespassing, Sal.”

“I’ve come for what is mine,” Salvatore said, tapping his cane on the marble. “You took my territory five years ago. I want it back. And I want the little girl.”

“Why do you care about the child?” Vincent demanded.

Salvatore laughed, a dry, rasping sound.

“Because Dominic promised her to my family before he died. An arranged marriage to bind our bloodlines. You owe me a Castellano heir, Vincent.”

Vincent felt a wave of pure disgust. They wanted to take a two-year-old girl to cement a mafia treaty.

“She belongs to me,” Vincent said softly.

He slowly descended the stairs, Marcus covering him from above.

“You have three seconds to leave my home,” Vincent stated.

Salvatore sneered. “You have two men, Vincent. I have thirty surrounding this house. You have lost.”

Suddenly, the unmistakable, thunderous sound of a helicopter rotor roared to life directly above them.

The heavy thwack-thwack-thwack rattled the crystal chandeliers.

Salvatore looked up, his eyes widening.

“Shoot it down!” Salvatore screamed to his men outside.