Hidden Heir: Destroying My Arrogant Stepfather

My mother divorced my father, the ruthless Don of the Mafia, to give us a peaceful, normal life.

She married Victor, a man who presented himself as the perfect, harmless civilian husband.

But the moment they tied the knot, Victor manipulated her into exiling me to a boarding school dorm.

He took over my bedroom for his own son and secretly dismissed me as just a "dumb teenager."

What my mother didn't know was that her new husband was a desperate rat drowning in cartel debt.

He quickly drained her life savings and secretly added his name to our estate's deed, planning to mortgage our home to the underworld.

When I refused to let him use my name for his schemes, my mother blindly defended him.

"He is your stepfather, show some respect!"

I had to stand by and watch this parasite track dirt across my life and steal the very roof that once protected us.

He thought I was just an easy obstacle, a helpless kid he could easily trample on to save his own skin.

But he forgot whose blood runs in my veins.

I stepped out into the cold wind and pulled out my encrypted burner phone.

I dialed the man whose mere name is enough to keep the city's police chief awake at night.

"Dad," I said to the Boss of the Cosa Nostra.

"It is time."