Chapter 10 - THE AFTERMATH
The flashing red and blue lights of the police cruisers illuminated the long driveway of our main estate.
It was 6:00 AM.
Richard and I were sitting in the back of an ambulance. A paramedic had just finished bandaging the cut above Richard’s eye and draping a thermal blanket over my shoulders.
Sarah was sitting in the back of Thomas’s truck, holding a sleeping Mia in her lap. My brother stood guard beside them, watching the police tape off the perimeter.
“We have to make a statement,” Richard said quietly, staring at the flashing lights.
“My lawyers have already fed the captain a story,” Richard continued, his voice devoid of its usual authority. “Marcus tried to extort us. A home invasion gone wrong. Self-defense. It will hold.”
I pulled the thermal blanket tighter around my shoulders.
I looked at the massive stone mansion we had lived in for twenty years. The expansive lawns. The security cameras. The iron gates.
It didn’t look like a home anymore. It looked like a fortress built on blood.
“I’m not going back in there, Richard,” I said.
Richard stopped. He turned to me, his eyes wide and vulnerable.
“Ellie, please,” he whispered. “I know what I did. I know the pain I caused you. But I am begging you for the chance to fix it.”
I shook my head slowly. “You can’t fix this, Richard. Not while you’re still the boss. As long as you sit at the head of that table, there will always be another Marcus. Another Arthur Bennett. Another woman looking for revenge. I won't let Mia grow up looking over her shoulder.”
Richard looked down at his hands. The hands that had taken a life tonight to save mine.
“If I walk away,” Richard said, his voice cracking, “the rival families will see it as weakness. Don Valenti will move in by nightfall. He won’t just take the territory. He will burn us to the ground to ensure I never come back.”
He was right. In the mafia, retirement usually came in a wooden box.
“Then we have to destroy them first,” I said.
Richard looked up, stunned by the cold determination in my voice.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
I reached into the pocket of my coat. Not the one where I had kept the watch. The inner pocket.
I pulled out a small, black USB drive.
“When I searched Sarah’s diaper bag for the ledger,” I explained, “I found the blank red book. But I also found a hidden zippered pocket inside the lining. This was inside.”
Richard stared at the small plastic drive as if it were a bomb.
“You didn’t bluff Marcus,” Richard realized, awe creeping into his voice. “You actually found the real ledger.”
“I didn't know what was on it,” I confessed. “But I knew it was the only thing you would hide in your daughter’s bag. Tell me, Richard. Does this drive have enough evidence to put Don Valenti and the rest of the commission in prison?”
Richard swallowed hard. “It has enough to put them away for ten lifetimes. And it has enough to put me away, too.”
The reality of his words hung heavily between us in the cold morning air.
If we gave the drive to the FBI, the syndicate would fall. Our enemies would be caged. But Richard would go down with them.
“I’m not asking you to go to prison,” I said softly, touching his hand. “I’m asking you to use this to buy our freedom.”
Richard looked at the drive. Then he looked at Sarah and Mia, asleep in the truck.
He didn’t hesitate. He took the drive from my hand and stood up.
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“Where are you going?” I asked.
“To make a phone call to Don Valenti,” Richard said, his eyes hardening with a final, desperate resolve. “I am going to trade my empire for my family.”
