Chapter 10 - THE KEY TO THE VAULT
I broke the kiss, my breath catching as my eyes fell to the pavement.
The silver key gleamed maliciously under the flashing red and blue lights of the arriving police cruisers.
Marco bent down and picked it up, handing it to Luca.
Luca stared at the small tag dangling from the metal ring. Vanessa.
“Why does Carlo have a safe deposit key with Vanessa’s name on it?” I asked, the familiar cold grip of dread creeping back into my chest. “She said she was trying to escape him.”
My mother stepped forward, her face pale beneath the soot. “Natalie, Vanessa didn’t just know about the money Elena hid for you. She was the one managing the accounts.”
Luca’s head snapped up. “What? My mother trusted Vanessa with the blind trust?”
“She had to,” my mother explained frantically. “Elena couldn’t put her own name on the withdrawals without the Commission tracking it back to her. Vanessa used her position as the charity’s director to quietly launder the trust money so Carlo wouldn’t notice it was missing. But… if Carlo has Vanessa’s key…”
“He knows where the vault is,” Luca finished, his voice dropping to a terrifying deadpan.
He spun toward Marco. “Where is Carlo?”
Marco pointed toward the wrecked town car. “I zip-tied him to the steering wheel, Boss. The cops are pulling him out now.”
We all looked across the street. Two police officers were hauling a bleeding, bruised Carlo Bellini out of the crushed vehicle.
But Carlo wasn’t looking at the cops.
He was looking directly at Luca. And he was smiling.
Through the chaos of the sirens and the fire hoses, Carlo mouthed three words to Luca.
Check your phone.
Luca’s hand flew to his pocket. He pulled out his phone. The screen was already lit up with a text message from an unknown number.
He opened it, and the blood instantly drained from his face.
“Luca?” I grabbed his arm. “What is it?”
He didn’t answer. He turned the screen so I could see it.
It was a photograph.
It showed Vanessa. She was tied to a chair in what looked like a dark, concrete basement. She was bruised, sobbing, and terrified. Standing behind her, holding a gun to her head, was one of Carlo’s lieutenants.
Beneath the photo was a text:The key opens Vault 402 at the First City Bank. Bring me the contents in one hour, or the girl dies.
“He set us up,” Luca breathed, realization washing over him. “Carlo didn’t come here to kill you, Maria. He came here to draw me away from the estate. He knew Vanessa would try to run. His men grabbed her at the tunnel exit.”
“But he already lost!” I argued, panic rising. “He’s being arrested right now!”
“Carlo doesn’t care about going to jail,” Luca said, his eyes scanning the police officers who were remarkably gentle as they placed Carlo in the back of a squad car. “Half the police force is on his payroll. He’ll be out on bail by sunrise. He wants the vault. He wants the money Elena hid to fund his takeover of the Commission.”
Mia tugged at my shirt, pointing to the phone.
Why is Vanessa crying?
I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. The bad men have her. They want something from us.
Mia’s face hardened. It wasn’t the face of a terrified child anymore. It was the face of a girl who had survived fourteen years of ghosts.
She signed firmly: We have to help her. She kept our secret.
I looked at Luca. He was a mafia boss. He was conditioned to protect his own and cut his losses. Vanessa had been his fiancée, yes, but she was also a Bellini. She was a liability.
“Luca,” I started, not knowing what to ask of him.
He looked at me, then down at Mia. He saw the fierce determination in my little sister’s eyes.
He nodded once.
“Marco,” Luca barked. “Get Maria and Mia to the safe house in the hills. Put five men on the door. Do not open it for anyone but me.”
“Yes, Boss.”
“Luca, I’m coming with you,” I said, stepping toward him.
“No, you’re not,” he commanded, opening the SUV door for my mother. “It’s a bank vault at midnight, Natalie. It’s a drop point for the mob. You stay with your family.”
“My family is involved in this!” I yelled, refusing to back down. “That vault holds the money your mother left for me! You can’t open it without my signature anyway!”
Luca froze, realizing I was right. The trust was in my name.
He gritted his teeth, cursing under his breath in Italian. He looked at Marco. “Keep them safe.”
He grabbed my hand, pulling me toward a second security vehicle parked down the block.
“We have fifty minutes,” Luca said as we threw ourselves into the car. He slammed his foot on the gas, tearing down the wet city streets.
“Where are we going?” I asked, holding onto the dashboard as we took a corner at sixty miles an hour.
“First City Bank,” Luca said, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. “We get the contents of the vault, we make the trade for Vanessa, and then we disappear.”
We arrived at the towering, glass-front bank downtown with twenty minutes to spare. The building was closed, but Luca bypassed the security gates with a specialized keycard, dragging me toward the subterranean vault elevators.
The basement was freezing, lined with thousands of stainless steel boxes.
Luca found 402. He inserted the silver key Carlo had dropped. The lock clicked.
He pulled the heavy metal drawer out and placed it on the viewing table.
“Okay,” Luca breathed. “Let’s see what my mother was hiding.”
He lifted the lid.
We both stared inside.
There was no money. There were no trust documents. There was no gold.
Inside the vault, resting on a bare metal bottom, was a single, folded piece of child’s drawing paper.
It was the same blue-roofed house Mia had drawn.
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But this time, scrawled across the top in red ink, was a message:
You’re at the wrong bank, Luca. Turn around.
