Chapter 2

Marco's head injury was not serious at all. Sofia didn't even take him to the hospital. Instead, she took him directly back to her other private apartment and had her private doctor give him a simple bandage.

Late at night, Marco sent a video.

In the scene, Sofia is naked, riding on Marco, and the two are making love passionately on an expensive wool carpet.

Against the backdrop of Chicago's dazzling night view—from the floor-to-ceiling windows atop the Trump International Building, the entire city seemed to be beneath their feet.

When we first arrived in Chicago, we were crammed into a leaky basement. Sophia pointed to the neon lights of the distant buildings, her eyes gleaming with fervent ambition.

“Vincent, when we stand at the top of Chicago, I want to buy the very top floor so we can enjoy this boundless view together.”

Now, she has finally bought the top floor of the building, but it is she and someone else who are having sex in front of the window.

At the end of the video, Marco defiantly points the camera at himself, his diamond ring, the same style as mine, gleaming brightly in the night.

The phone case in my hand was crushed and cracked, and shards of glass pierced my palm, but I felt no pain.

I turned off the screen and went to Lily's old room, carefully wiping away the dust from her portrait with a clean linen cloth.

I lit a white candle, closed my eyes before my daughter's gentle smile, and silently recited the Lord's Prayer for a few minutes.

When I opened my eyes again, the last trace of warmth in my heart had been burned to ashes.

I picked up the backup phone and dialed my trusted confidant's number: "Go do something for me."

The next morning, the carved gate of the villa was pushed open.

Sofia walked in wearing that expensive black trench coat, and the bodyguard behind her threw a bloodied and mangled person onto the carpet—it was the underling I had sent to do the errand last night.

Sofia walked to the sofa and tossed an exquisite velvet gift box onto the coffee table.

The box lid popped open, revealing a bloodied little finger joint lying quietly inside. The once dazzling men's wedding ring was now completely stained red.

“Last night you hit him with a bottle, but it was just a minor injury that didn’t even need stitches, and I didn’t hold it against you.” Sophia looked down at me. “But this morning, you had someone cut off a piece of his finger? Vincent, Marco is just a child. Your revenge is too much.”

Looking at her cold and self-righteous face, I couldn't help but sneer.

“Child?” I stood up and looked directly at the arrogant Mafia queen. “Lily is our child. Our Lily is buried deep underground. I am filled with fear and unbearable pain every night I miss my daughter! And you are making love with this ‘child’ in our dream place, and even letting him post videos to humiliate me!”

I slammed a draft divorce agreement onto the blood-stained coffee table, my voice hoarse but unwavering: "Sign it. If you sign the divorce papers, I'll let him go. Otherwise, I'll cut off his fingers, ears, and nose one by one, put them in a box, and send them to you."

Sofia didn't even glance at the agreement.

She chuckled softly, as if she had heard some absurd joke.

“Vincent, I know you well. We climbed out of the mud of the South District together. You won’t really break up with me over some plaything.” She casually straightened her cuffs. “Take a few days to calm down.”

Just then, her phone vibrated in her pocket.

After the call was connected, Marco's weak and terrified cries could be heard from the other end.

Sofia's eyes instantly darkened. Without uttering a word, she coldly pulled her sidearm from her coat pocket and pressed the muzzle down.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the henchman's knee was pierced through the carpet, and blood instantly soaked through the wool carpet. His screams echoed throughout the living room.

Sofia tossed the gun to her bodyguard, turned and strode toward the door, leaving behind a cold warning: "Keep your men in check."

After that, Sofia used the Rossi family's most elite forces to protect Marco closely.

If I can't find Marco, I'll smash every trace of his existence.

For seven days, the entire Chicago underworld trembled at my rage.

Fifty-two docks, twenty-six casinos—wherever Marco had set foot, I led my men to smash them all, one by one.

I was able to fight tooth and nail with Sofia to build this empire back then, and now I can smash it to pieces with my own hands.

On the evening of the seventh day, I was swinging an iron bar and smashing the crystal chandelier of the largest casino in the city center.

The phone in my pocket rang urgently.

"Boss, something terrible has happened!" The trusted aide's voice broke through the background noise, filled with barely suppressed terror. "Someone has led dozens of men with shovels to St. Mary's Cemetery... They're going to dig up Miss Lily's grave!"