The Mafia Boss Hunted Down The Woman Who Left Him — Then Three Little Faces Revealed The Family Secret He Never Knew

PART 9

At six the next morning, Wren read the threat and went pale. “I checked every car outside the hospital for four years. And now it has found us because you announced them to everyone.”

“I will move you to a secure house today.”

The brownstone had reinforced doors, monitored alarms, four bedrooms. Owen chose the quiet rear bedroom. Wren stood in the master bedroom.

“This is what I needed four years ago. Not the house. Someone beside me.”

“I know exactly where I was when I should have been with you,” Weston said, voice rough. “I read your letters until dawn.”

For the next week, Weston lived between threats and bedtime stories. He learned Nadia hated crusts but loved pickles, Owen ate only certain textures, Priya asked questions no adult could answer casually. He tracked the threat to Marchetti Voss, an old rival, and arranged a meeting.