Chapter 7 - VANESSA HELD THE LEDGER IN HER HANDS
“You didn’t think my brother wouldn’t figure out the box was empty?” Vanessa sneered.
She walked into the pawn shop, the bodyguards blocking the exit.
Daniel instantly put his hand on his holster, but Luca held up a finger, signaling him to wait.
“Vanessa,” Luca said, his voice deadly calm. “Leave.”
Vanessa ignored him.
She looked at me, her eyes burning with pure hatred.
“My father had a pair of these bracelets custom-made in Italy,” Vanessa said, holding up her wrist. “They aren't just jewelry. The silver links are hollow.”
I stared at the heavy bracelet on the glass counter.
“Inside those links,” Vanessa continued, her lip curling, “is microfilm. Every bank account, every bribe, every dirty dollar the Bellini family ever moved. My father kept one. Your mother stole the other.”
I reached for the bracelet on the counter.
“Don't touch it!” Vanessa shrieked, flicking the lighter open. The flame hissed in the dusty air. “I’ll burn this place to the ground.”
I pulled my hand back.
“Why do you hate me so much?” I whispered. “I didn't even know who you were.”
Vanessa laughed. A cold, bitter sound.
“Because I recognized you the day Luca hired you. You look exactly like Dorothy. The woman who ruined my family’s life. Because of her, my father lived in paranoia until the day he died.”
“Your father was a murderer,” Luca said sharply.
“My father was a survivor!” Vanessa screamed.
She slammed her hand on the glass counter.
“Your mother didn't just steal the ledger to be a hero, Hannah,” Vanessa spat. “She was blackmailing us. For thirty years, she demanded cash to keep quiet.”
“You’re lying,” I said, my voice shaking. “My mother never had any money. We froze in the winter. We ate crackers for dinner.”
“Then she was a fool,” Vanessa sneered.
She reached for the bracelet on the counter.
But before her fingers could brush the silver, Luca’s hand shot out.
He grabbed Vanessa’s wrist, twisting it just enough to make her drop the lighter.
It clattered to the floor, extinguishing instantly.
“Don't ever speak about Dorothy Collins again,” Luca said, his face inches from hers.
He picked up the bracelet and handed it to me.
“It’s yours, Hannah.”
Vanessa’s bodyguards took a step forward.
Suddenly, Daniel and four other Moretti security guards stepped out from the back room of the pawn shop, their weapons drawn and leveled at the Bellini men.
Vanessa froze.
“Take your men, and get out of my city,” Luca told Vanessa. “If I ever see you again, I’ll hand this microfilm over to the feds myself.”
Vanessa looked at the guns.
She looked at Luca, realizing she had completely lost.
Her face contorted in rage, but she turned on her heel and stormed out, her bodyguards following closely behind.
I stood there, clutching the heavy silver bracelet to my chest.
My heart was pounding so hard I felt dizzy.
“She lied,” I whispered to Luca. “My mother wasn't a blackmailer.”
“I know,” Luca said softly.
He guided me out to the car.
When we got back to the Moretti estate, Teresa was waiting in the drawing room.
I handed her the bracelet.
Teresa touched the silver links, her eyes filling with tears.
“She didn't blackmail them, Hannah,” Teresa said, confirming my deepest hope.
Teresa looked at me, her expression full of immense gratitude.
“The Bellinis offered her millions to give it back. They begged her to take their money. But Dorothy refused. She knew if she gave it back, they would use the funds to destroy my family.”
Teresa took my hands in hers.
“Your mother lived in poverty by choice. She sacrificed her comfort so that Luca and I could survive. She was the bravest, most honorable woman I have ever known.”
I broke down.
All the years of struggle, the wobbly kitchen table, the cheap winter coats.
It wasn't because she was a failure.
It was because she was a protector.
“Hannah,” Luca said, stepping close to me.
He reached into his pocket.
“When I visited your mother at the hospital on Sunday… she asked me to promise her something.”
I looked up, wiping my eyes.
“What did she ask?”
Luca pulled out a small, worn wooden box.
Not the decoy from the apartment.
May you like
A different one.
“She asked me to give you this.”
