Chapter 9 - THE FAMILY PHOTOGRAPH AT LAST
Vanessa froze, confused. She glanced down at the hand holding the gun.
Wrapped tightly around her wrist was a thick, black zip-tie.
Before she could process what was happening, Victor suddenly grabbed her arm, twisting it violently behind her back. Vanessa screamed, dropping the gun.
Victor kicked the weapon away and shoved his wife to the floor, pinning her down.
“Victor! What are you doing?!” Vanessa shrieked, thrashing against him.
The tactical men in the room lowered their weapons. They weren't Syndicate soldiers. They were Luca’s men, disguised.
Luca walked slowly across the shattered glass, his eyes burning with an intense, calculated fire.
“Did you really think Arthur was the only one who would flip on you?” Luca asked, standing over her. “Victor made a deal with me in the basement twenty minutes ago. Full immunity in exchange for handing over you and your father’s entire network.”
Vanessa stared at Victor in absolute betrayal. “You sold me out?”
Victor didn't look at her. “I wanted the money, Vanessa. I didn’t want a war.”
Luca gestured to his men. “Take her. Turn her over to the Feds. Give them the safe, the photograph, and Arthur’s confession. Let her rot in federal prison for the rest of her miserable life.”
Vanessa screamed, cursing and fighting as the men dragged her and Victor out of the ruined penthouse.
The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the hum of the helicopter retreating from the balcony.
Luca dropped his weapon and fell to his knees in the middle of the living room, pulling Daniel into a fierce, desperate embrace. Daniel buried his face in his father’s chest, crying freely.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” Daniel sobbed. “I’m sorry I believed her.”
“Never,” Luca whispered, kissing the top of his son’s head. “I’m the one who is sorry. I should have protected you. I will never doubt you again.”
Teresa walked over slowly, her hands trembling. Luca reached out and pulled his mother into the hug. The three of them held each other, the fractured pieces of their family finally knitting back together.
I stood by the wall, wiping away my own tears, feeling like an intruder in their private moment. I turned to slip quietly back toward the kitchen.
“Hannah,” Luca called out.
I stopped and turned around.
Luca stood up. He walked over to me, stopping just inches away. His dark eyes were soft, filled with a gratitude I had never seen from him before.
He took my hands in his.
“You saved my mother,” Luca said quietly. “You saved my son. You gave me my family back.”
“I was just doing my job, Mr. Moretti,” I whispered, looking down.
“No,” Luca corrected, lifting my chin so I had to look at him. “You did what was right, even when you had everything to lose. You are the bravest woman I have ever met.”
He turned to his mother. “Mom, are you okay to travel back to the mansion? I think there’s something we need to finish tonight.”
Teresa smiled warmly, her stroke-affected lip lifting perfectly. “I would like that very much, sweetheart.”
An hour later, we were back in the grand dining room of the mansion. The mess had been cleared away. The chandeliers glowed warmly.
The photographer, whom Luca had ordered to stay, was still waiting patiently by his camera.
“Ready, Mr. Moretti?” the photographer asked.
Luca nodded. He led his mother to the center chair. Daniel stood behind her, his good arm resting gently on her shoulder.
I watched from the doorway, smiling.
“Hannah,” Teresa called out, patting the empty space beside her chair. “Where are you going?”
I blinked. “Oh, I’ll just watch from here, Mrs. Moretti.”
Luca walked over to me and held out his hand.
“My mother wants her immediate family in the picture,” Luca said softly.
I felt a tear slip down my cheek. I took his hand, and he led me to the center of the room. I stood right beside Luca, with Teresa seated in front of us and Daniel smiling broadly.
“Smile, everyone,” the photographer said.
The flash went off.
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And for the first time in a very long time, every single smile in the room was genuine.
But as the flash faded, Luca leaned down to my ear and whispered, “Don’t think you’re going back to serving dinner tomorrow, Hannah.”
