The Mafia Boss Thought A Maid’s Daughter Was Just A Poor Child — Until Her Old Doll Exposed The Crime That Haunted Him For Years.

PART 8

“My husband died because those people believed killing solved problems,” Priya said.

“They killed my family.”

“And mine.”

“They deserve—”

“Yes. They deserve justice.”

“You do not understand justice in my world.”

“It calls revenge justice so men like you can sleep afterward.”

“If you kill Silas Marchetti, does Odalys come home?”

“Do not say her name.”

“Does Nadia?”

Wren looked between them. “Who is Nadia?”

Weston could not answer.

“Was she your little girl?” Priya asked softly.

He nodded once.

Wren stepped away from her mother and approached him. “Did she go to the stars too?”

“Yes.”

“Then she can see you.” Wren placed her hand in his. “Do you want her to see you hurt somebody?”

Weston looked at Silas. “Copy everything. Then call the U.S. Attorney.”