The Don Killed My Son for His Mistress’s Heir

The doctor hesitated.

“But, Don... you’re planning to pass Bianca’s baby off as your wife’s. What if she finds out?”

“Newborns all look alike. She won’t notice. I’ll take him to her in a minute.”

Luca paused.

“Dispose of the body. And get me that experimental drug. The one that permanently sterilizes women. I’ll give it to Evelyn later.”

“You’ve already let her baby die for Bianca’s son. Why take away her chance to have another?”

Cold air seeped through the morgue door.

“I promised Bianca our son wouldn’t have to share our love or the family’s power with siblings.”

His voice was level.

“She may be married to the boss in Sicily now, but I want her to feel secure.”

“That drug hasn’t completed clinical trials. The side effects are severe. Are you sure you can do that to her?”

Luca sighed.

“Evelyn will wake up soon. A hysterectomy would make her suspicious.”

“She’ll have to endure it. I’ll make it up to her afterward. But she can never carry another Moretti child.”

His phone rang.

A mercenary’s voice came through the speaker.

“Don, the five hundred thousand came through. I’m leaving Chicago now.”

“Your wife will never know you pulled the perimeter guards and paid me to stage that ambush.”

Footsteps sounded inside.

I stumbled back to my room, ignoring the pain in my leg.

I couldn’t stop imagining my baby’s tiny body. I pressed a hand to my chest as tears fell onto my bandages.

The attack hadn’t been retaliation from a rival family.

My husband had been clearing a path for Bianca and their son.

My baby had survived the surgery.

He hadn’t survived his own father.

“Evelyn? You’re awake.”

Luca came in carrying a baby and sat beside me, smiling.

“Look at our son. Doesn’t he look like us?”

He held the baby closer.

“Thank you for giving me such a beautiful heir, sweetheart. I’m going to be the best father.”

I stared at the sleeping infant, my chest aching.

Luca was wrong.

A mother would know her own child.

The baby had his eyes, but Bianca’s nose and chin.

My son was still in the morgue.

“Does your leg hurt? Here. Take a painkiller.”

The concern in his eyes looked exactly as it always had.

I stared at the pill and remembered what I’d heard.

“Luca, it tastes awful. Can I take it later?”

You’ve already killed my child.

Can’t you at least leave me the chance to become a mother again?

He hesitated for one second, then smiled and stroked my hair.

“You’re the Donna, and you’re still acting like a little girl? You’ve given birth and injured your leg. I’ve barely slept worrying about you.”

He offered me the glass.

“Take it for me, sweetheart. I still have to be a good father to our little boy.”

“There’s honey in the water. It’s sweet. Let me help you.”

He wasn’t our little boy.

Luca brought the pill to my lips, leaving no room for another refusal.

I closed my eyes and swallowed it dry.

I didn’t take the honeyed water.

The drug worked quickly.

Pain burned through my lower abdomen. I curled in on myself as blood flowed between my thighs.

“Evelyn! What’s wrong?”

Luca called for the doctor.

The pain dragged me under. Through the darkness, I heard a voice.

“Don... the drug has severely damaged her uterus. She’ll never have another baby.”

Luca let out a long breath of relief.

When I opened my eyes again, his were red.

He leaned over me.

“The doctors said you had a sudden postpartum hemorrhage. You... you can’t have any more children.”

He took my hand.

“Don’t be sad. We still have Leo. He’ll inherit the family one day. He’ll protect you.”

Leo.

He’d even chosen a name.

Luca sent the nurse away, brought warm water, and cleaned the blood from my body himself.

He hated anything dirty. That night, he wiped every trace away.

He told me his mother had taken the baby to the estate because she wanted to see her grandson.

It was late by the time he finished.

I looked at his tired face and managed a smile.

“I’m all right. You’ve had a long day. Get some sleep.”

He kissed my forehead.

“Call me if you need anything. Tomorrow we’ll bring Leo back. We’ll build a good life, the three of us.”

Once he fell asleep, I picked up his phone.

He never locked it. His proof of loyalty.

I hadn’t known about the encrypted profile inside.

The password was Bianca’s birthday.

The wallpaper changed to an old photograph of them together.

Only Bianca appeared in the messages.

I opened the conversation.

She was holding a newborn.

The message read: “Luca, look how beautiful our son is. He’ll grow up to be just as powerful as you.”

The same baby he’d brought to my bed.