Every Maid Quit After Facing the Paralyzed Mafia Boss—Then She Knelt Beside His Wheelchair and Did What Nobody Else Dared.

Fay held the small white tablet between her thumb and forefinger, her heart pounding against her ribs.

Her father had been in a wheelchair for three years after a construction collapse. She knew the medical routine like the back of her hand. Real antispasmodics calmed the involuntary twitching while allowing nerve signals to heal. But high-dose Diazepam combined with neuro-blockers acted like wet cement on damaged pathways. It kept the muscles dead. It kept the patient helpless.

She tucked the pill into her apron pocket and slipped the amber bottle back under the papers.

"Fay."

Fay whipped around.

Mrs. Gable stood in the pantry doorway, her arms crossed neatly across her black tailored dress. Her pearl earrings shimmered under the fluorescent light. Her stern, refined face was unreadable.

"What are you doing back here?" Mrs. Gable asked, her voice clipped.

"Just disposing of the broken dishes from Mr. Corso's room, ma'am," Fay replied smoothly, setting the metal lid back on the can.

Mrs. Gable walked into the room, her low heels clicking on the tile. She looked Fay up and down, taking in the small coffee stain near the hem of her peach dress.

"You have remarkable composure for a girl from the south side," Mrs. Gable said softly. "Most girls run out crying within ten minutes of entering Mr. Corso's quarters."

"I needed the job, Mrs. Gable."

"Need is dangerous in this house," Mrs. Gable said, stepping closer. "Mr. Corso is an invalid. But he is still a man with enemies. Carmine Russo does not like strangers hovering near him. Especially strangers who touch him."

"His leg was seizing. I couldn't just stand there."

Mrs. Gable’s eyebrows twitched slightly. "You know how to treat spinal trauma?"

"My father was sick," Fay answered, keeping her tone completely flat. "I learned by watching his nurses."

Mrs. Gable paused. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a small silver key on a chain, and pointed toward the locked oak cabinet mounted beside the pantry refrigerator.

"Mr. Corso's daily medications are kept in that cabinet," Mrs. Gable said. "Only Dr. Vance, Carmine, and I have access. If you are found tampering with anything in this pantry again, you won't just be fired, Fay. Luca will escort you off the property in a way you will not enjoy. Do you understand?"

"Understood, ma'am."

"Take a clean tray up to the master suite at noon. Dr. Vance will be arriving shortly for Mr. Corso's weekly examination."

Mrs. Gable turned on her heel and walked out, her perfume leaving a cold, floral trail in the air.

Fay stood alone for a second, her hand pressing against the pill in her pocket.

*Only Dr. Vance, Carmine, and Mrs. Gable have access.*

That meant one of the three people running Dominic’s inner circle was poisoning him.

Two hours later, Fay carried a fresh pot of herbal tea toward the master wing. As she approached the double doors, she heard low, tense voices coming from the corridor alcove. She stopped beside a marble statue of Apollo, keeping her footsteps silent.

Luca was standing against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. Standing in front of him was Dr. Vance, a thin, middle-aged man in a sharp gray suit carrying a black leather medical bag.

"He had another episode this morning," Luca was murmuring, his eyes watching the stairs. "The girl was in the room."

"Did she see the medication?" Vance asked, his voice strained.

"No. She just grabbed his leg to stop the shaking."

Dr. Vance exhaled, wiping sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. "We can't increase the dose any higher, Luca. If Carmine checks the blood panels—"

"Carmine doesn't know chemistry," Luca cut him off sharply. "Carmine only cares about finding Moretti. Keep Dominic in that chair until the board meeting on the fifteenth. After that, nobody will care what happens to the Corso name."

Dr. Vance swallowed hard and nodded. "Fine. I'll administer the midday injection."