Chapter 6 - THE MAN IN THE SHADOWS
Gabriel spun around, his gun raised.
Standing at the end of the dock, holding an umbrella against the driving rain, was Vincenzo.
Vincenzo was Gabriel’s mentor. He was the elderly Don who had taken Gabriel in when his father died. He was the man who had taught Gabriel everything about honor, loyalty, and business.
"Put the gun down, Gabriel," Vincenzo said gently. His voice was raspy, grandfatherly. Two armed guards stood beside him.
Gabriel didn't lower his weapon. "You have the second key?"
Vincenzo sighed, stepping forward slowly. "Daniel was a good boy. But he was too curious. He didn't understand the compromises we have to make to keep this family strong."
My stomach churned. "You killed him. You killed my husband."
Vincenzo looked at me with mild pity. "I didn't want to, my dear. But Daniel found out I was working with Leo. Leo has connections in New York that we needed. Daniel was going to expose the whole operation."
Gabriel’s hand shook. "You set up the warehouse attack. You sent us into an ambush."
"I sent Daniel into an ambush," Vincenzo corrected softly. "You were never supposed to be there, Gabriel. You were supposed to be at dinner with Vanessa. But you changed your schedule."
Gabriel looked at Vanessa, who was still weeping on the dock. She had been the bait.
"Give me the key, Vincenzo," Gabriel demanded.
"The box contains ledgers," Vincenzo said calmly. "Proof of thirty years of corruption. If that box opens, the entire family falls. I cannot allow that."
Vincenzo nodded to his men. They raised their weapons.
But before they could fire, a screech of tires echoed across the marina. A black truck smashed through the dock gates, barreling straight toward Vincenzo's men.
The guards dove out of the way. The truck slammed into a shipping container.
The driver's door swung open, and Marcus stepped out. He was bleeding from his shoulder, holding a shotgun.
"Get to the car, Gabe!" Marcus yelled, firing a warning shot into the air.
Gabriel grabbed my hand, pulling me and Lily toward his SUV.
"You came back," Gabriel said as Marcus jumped into the passenger seat.
"Daniel saved my life once," Marcus grunted, clutching his bleeding shoulder. "I couldn't let his wife die."
Gabriel slammed on the gas, tearing out of the marina.
"We're going to the bank," Gabriel said, gripping the steering wheel. "We have to get to that box before Vincenzo's men do."
"We only have one key," I reminded him from the backseat, holding Lily tight.
Marcus let out a painful laugh. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a second brass key.
"Daniel mailed this to me the day he died," Marcus said. "He told me to keep it hidden until you were ready for the truth."
Gabriel took the key, his eyes flashing with determination.
We pulled up to the imposing marble columns of the First National Bank. It was after hours, but Gabriel knew the manager.
We walked into the quiet, dimly lit vault. The manager left us alone.
Gabriel inserted both keys into Box 402 and turned them simultaneously. The metal door clicked open.
Inside was a thick leather bound book. And a single photograph.
Gabriel pulled the photo out. He stared at it, the color draining from his face.
He handed it to me.
It was a picture of Daniel, smiling, holding a newborn baby in his arms.
"That's Lily," I said, confused. "When she was born."
"Look at the back," Gabriel whispered.
I flipped the photo over.
Written in Daniel's handwriting was: To my brother, Gabriel. Take care of our daughter.
I stared at the words. "What does this mean?"
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Gabriel looked at me, his eyes filled with a terrifying mix of grief and shock.
"Rachel," Gabriel said softly. "Lily isn't Daniel's daughter. She's mine."
