My Son Finally Ate in My Maid’s Arms—Then a Symbol on His Bottle Pointed to One of My Most Trusted Men.

Upstairs, Amelia felt a chill run through her blood that had nothing to do with the night air.

From the bathroom window, she could see the floodlights illuminating the driveway below. She saw the weeping woman being helped onto the porch, and she saw Lorenzo standing under the torrential downpour, his posture rigid as stone.

A woman with Clara’s face.

Amelia’s hand instinctively reached into her pocket, touching the silver pendant. She had kept her identity buried for three weeks, terrified that if the Rossi syndicate discovered a long-lost sister had infiltrated their home as a maid, they would execute her as a spy.

Now, someone was using Clara’s identity in the streets of Boston.

The sound of footsteps approaching the master bedroom sent Amelia back into high alert. The private code was tapped into the outer keypad.

The door opened.

It wasn't Lorenzo.

Marco stepped into the bedroom, holding a master override keycard. He looked drenched, his dark eyes sweeping the empty bedroom until they landed on the cracked bathroom door.

"Amelia," Marco called out, his voice unnervingly polite. "Mr. Rossi wants you downstairs."

Amelia stepped out, holding Leo securely against her chest. "Mr. Rossi told me to remain in this room."

"Circumstances have changed," Marco said, taking two slow steps toward her. "There’s an emergency transport arriving. Leo needs to be moved to our bunker in Newport."

Amelia watched Marco’s hands. His right hand wasn't near his holster—it was tucked behind his back, concealing something small and dark.

"Where is Lorenzo?" Amelia asked, refusing to budge.

"He’s coordinating the convoy at the gate," Marco replied smoothly. "Give me the boy. It's safer if I carry him downstairs."

Amelia took a step backward toward the bathroom. "No."

Marco sighed, his pleasant facade dropping instantly. "I didn't want to do this the hard way, Amelia."

He brought his hand forward. It wasn't a gun. It was a syringe filled with clear liquid.