While I Gave Birth Alone, My Mafia Husband Was with Another Woman—Now He’ll Never Hold Our Son

I was sitting in Nico’s nursery, rocking him to sleep, when my phone rang. It was an unlisted number.

I hesitated, then answered. “Hello?”

“Serena.”

It was Marco, Lucian’s right-hand capo. His voice was breathless, panicked, and punctuated by the distant sound of blaring sirens and gunshots.

“Marco? What’s happening?” I stood up instantly, my body going rigid.

“It’s a setup,” Marco gasped through the speaker. “The Commission called a peace summit at the warehouse district in Brooklyn. They said they were going to force the Romano family to sign a surrender. But it was an ambush! Bianca’s brother had snipers on the roofs!”

My breath caught in my throat. “Where is Lucian?”

“He’s hit, Serena!” Marco yelled over the noise. “He took a round to the chest while getting me into the armored car! We’re surrounded in the secondary garage on 4th Street! The medics can’t reach us because Romano’s men have blocked the roads!”

The world spun around me. The silver revolver, the hospital room, the divorce papers—everything faded into complete insignificance compared to the icy horror that gripped my heart.

Lucian was dying.

“Marco, listen to me,” I commanded, my voice snapping into crisp, unquestionable authority. “Hold your position. I know the layout of the 4th Street garage—my father owned it twenty years ago. There is a subterranean access tunnel through the old brewery on 5th.”

“Serena, no! You can’t come here! It’s a warzone!” Marco protested.

“I am coming, Marco!” I shouted into the phone. “Keep him alive until I get there!”

I ended the call and ran downstairs. Elena met me in the living room, looking terrified. “Serena, what’s going on?”

“Watch Nico,” I said, grabbing my heavy coat and the silver revolver from the drawer. “I have to go.”

“Are you crazy? You’re still recovering from labor!” Elena grabbed my arm. “Where are you going?”

“To save my husband,” I said, looking her dead in the eye.

Elena stared at me for three seconds, seeing the absolute determination in my eyes, before slowly letting go of my arm. “Bring him home, Serena.”

Twenty minutes later, my sports car tore through the rain-slicked streets of Brooklyn. I bypassed the main blockade set up by Romano’s thugs, pulling into the alley behind the abandoned brewery on 5th Street.

I kicked open the rusted basement door, navigating the dark, damp tunnels beneath the city from memory. The sound of gunfire echoed above me, reverberating through the concrete walls.

I burst through the emergency exit door into the lower level of the 4th Street garage.

The air was thick with smoke, gas fumes, and the sharp scent of cordite. Two of Lucian’s men lay dead near a shattered SUV. Marco was crouched behind a concrete pillar, firing his assault rifle through the smoke.

“Marco!” I screamed, crouching low as a volley of bullets shattered the glass above my head.

Marco turned, his eyes wide with shock. “Serena! What are you doing here?!”

“Where is he?!”

Marco pointed toward the back corner of the garage, where Lucian was slumped against a steel support beam, his hands pressed tightly over a gaping, blood-drenched wound in his upper chest.

I sprinted across the concrete, ignoring the flying glass and deafening gunfire, and dropped to my knees beside him.

“Lucian!” I cried out, my hands instantly replacing his on his chest, pressing down with all my weight to stem the gushing blood.

Lucian’s eyes fluttered open. They were hazy, unfocused, but the moment he recognized my face, a violent shudder ran through his body.

“Serena...?” he rasped, his lips stained with crimson. “No... no, get out of here... it’s too dangerous...”

“Shut up, Lucian!” Tears poured down my face, mixing with his blood on my hands. “Don't you dare close your eyes! Do you hear me? Look at me!”

“I’m sorry...” he wheezed, his fingers weakly trying to touch my face. “I couldn't... make it home...”

“You are coming home!” I sobbed, pressing harder against the wound as he gasped in agony. “Nico is waiting for you! I am waiting for you! You don't get to die here, Lucian Moretti!”

Suddenly, heavy footsteps echoed through the smoke.