Chapter 12 - The Ghost at the Gate
The world seemed to stop spinning.
Dominic lowered his gun slightly, staring at Marco as if his security chief had suddenly grown a second head.
"Vincent is dead," Dominic said, his voice cold and flat. "I buried him."
"I know, Boss," Marco stammered. "But the guy at the gate... he knows things. He knew the security codes from seven years ago. He knew your childhood nickname."
Dominic didn't wait to hear another word.
He bolted out of the study, sprinting down the hallway.
I ran after him, my heart hammering in my throat, with Margaret trailing behind us as fast as her cane would allow.
We reached the massive marble foyer.
Through the towering glass front doors, I could see the driveway. It was pouring rain.
Standing in the center of the driveway, surrounded by ten armed Romano guards, was a man in a soaked trench coat.
Dominic pushed open the front doors and stepped out into the storm.
I stood on the porch, shielded from the rain, watching in absolute disbelief.
The man in the driveway looked up.
He had the same dark hair as Dominic. The same strong jaw.
But his face was weathered, scarred along the left cheek, and he looked incredibly tired.
"Dom," the man called out, his voice cracking over the sound of the thunder.
Dominic dropped his gun onto the wet pavement.
He fell to his knees in the driveway, the rain soaking his expensive sweater in seconds.
"Vinnie?" Dominic choked out, openly sobbing.
The man walked past the lowered guns of the guards and fell to his knees right in front of Dominic. He pulled his younger brother into a crushing embrace.
"I'm alive, little brother," Vincent whispered, tears mixing with the rain on his face. "I'm alive."
I stood on the porch, my hands covering my mouth in shock.
Margaret stepped up beside me, her eyes wide. "Dear God in heaven."
Dominic pulled back, gripping Vincent's shoulders.
"How?" Dominic demanded, his voice hysterical with joy and confusion. "Dad ordered the hit! The Rossis shot you!"
Vincent nodded slowly, his face grim.
"They shot me, Dom. But I was wearing a vest. When I realized Dad set me up, I knew I couldn't come back. If he knew I survived, he would have kept hunting me. I had to let everyone believe I was dead. Even you."
"Where have you been for seven years?" Dominic asked, pulling his brother up from the wet pavement.
"Hiding in Europe," Vincent said. "Building a life. Waiting for the old man to die so I could come home and find my family."
Vincent looked past Dominic, up at the porch.
"Where is she, Dom?" Vincent asked, desperation in his voice. "Where is Victoria? And my baby?"
Dominic's face hardened, the joy momentarily eclipsed by the painful reality of what had happened.
"Victoria is in police custody, Vinnie. She betrayed us. She betrayed you."
Vincent closed his eyes, a pained sigh escaping his lips. "I always knew she was playing a dangerous game."
"But your son," Dominic said, a brilliant smile breaking through the gloom. "Your son is inside."
Vincent's eyes snapped open. "Leo? He's here?"
Dominic nodded, wrapping an arm around his brother's shoulder and guiding him out of the rain.
We stepped back into the warm, dry foyer.
As the heavy glass doors closed behind them, Leo came walking out of the kitchen, holding his stuffed bear.
He stopped at the end of the hallway, looking at the two tall men dripping wet on the marble floor.
Vincent fell to his knees again. He stared at the six-year-old boy he had never met. The boy who had his eyes.
"Hi," Leo said shyly. "Are you Uncle Dom's friend?"
Vincent let out a choked sob. He held his trembling hands out.
"I'm your daddy, Leo," Vincent whispered. "I've come home to you."
Leo looked at Dominic for confirmation. Dominic nodded, tears streaming down his face.
Leo smiled brightly and ran down the hallway, throwing himself into his father's arms.
Vincent buried his face in his son's neck, crying freely, holding the boy he had sacrificed seven years of his life to protect.
I stood by the staircase, clutching the gold sun necklace at my throat.
The secrets were out. The darkness of the Romano family had finally been washed away by the rain.
Dominic walked over to me, clapping a wet hand on my shoulder.
"Thank you, Sophie," Dominic said. "For keeping the faith."
I smiled, watching a father and son reunite.
"Welcome to the family, Sophie," Vincent said, looking up from his son with a warm, genuine smile.
I looked at the beautiful, chaotic, fiercely loyal family standing in the grand foyer.
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I wasn't a maid anymore.
I was home.
