Chapter 2 - THE NAME IN THE DRAWER
Luca stared at the older man.
The dining room of the Moretti mansion had grown so quiet you could hear the crystal chandeliers chiming faintly in the draft.
"Whose name?" Luca repeated, his voice dangerously low.
Arthur Bell didn't look at Vanessa.
He looked directly into Luca's eyes.
"Vincent Bellini," Arthur said softly.
Vanessa’s father.
Thirty-two guests inhaled sharply. Vanessa’s face drained of color.
"That is a lie," she snapped, stepping toward the table. "My father has nothing to do with that crumbling building."
Luca held up a single hand.
He didn't raise his voice. He didn't have to. The gesture alone stopped his fiancée in her tracks.
"Arthur," Luca said, his eyes never leaving the brass key on the table. "Why would Vincent Bellini's name be at the top of a protection list?"
Arthur slowly reached into his fraying suit pocket.
"Because twenty years ago, your father borrowed money from him."
Luca frowned.
"My father never borrowed from the Bellinis. He built his business in cash."
"He did," Arthur agreed gently. "Until the fire in the kitchen of '98. Insurance wouldn't cover it. Your father needed half a million dollars to keep the twenty-three staff members paid while we rebuilt."
I stood by the service entrance, my hands trembling against my apron.
I knew about that fire. My mother used to wash dishes at the old Moretti restaurant before she got sick. She always told me Luca's father was a saint who paid them even when the doors were closed.
I never knew where the money came from.
Vanessa scoffed.
"This is ridiculous. If my father loaned him money, it was a business transaction."
"It was," Arthur said. "But your father didn't take cash as collateral."
He placed a heavy silver pocket watch on the table beside the bell.
It was tarnished, the silver worn smooth on the edges.
Luca’s breath hitched.
"That's my father's watch."
"Yes," Arthur said. "And inside the casing is the original deed to the restaurant. Vincent Bellini holds the debt. The agreement stated that if the debt wasn't paid in full by the time you took over the family, the Bellinis would take possession."
Vanessa looked at Luca, her eyes wide.
"Luca, I swear, I didn't know about this."
"Didn't you?" Luca asked softly.
He picked up the silver watch.
"Is this why you were so eager to evict the staff, Vanessa? To clear the building before I found out your family technically owned it?"
Vanessa’s lips parted, but no sound came out.
Arthur shook his head.
"She didn't know about the watch, Mr. Moretti."
Luca turned.
"Then who gave it to you?"
Arthur’s eyes filled with tears.
"Your father. He bought it back from Vincent three days before he died. But he didn't use money."
Luca went perfectly still.
"What did he use?"
Arthur looked down at his hands.
"He traded the restaurant's liquor license. Without it, the restaurant is worthless to the Bellinis as an event venue. But Vincent agreed, on one condition."
"What condition?"
Arthur slowly turned around and looked directly at me.
"He demanded collateral from the woman who accidentally started the fire."
My blood ran cold.
Luca followed Arthur's gaze.
Thirty-two pairs of eyes suddenly shifted to the maid standing by the door.
Arthur swallowed hard.
"Megan's mother."
Luca looked at me, his dark eyes unreadable.
"What did Vincent take from her?" Luca asked.
Arthur pressed his finger to the clasp of the silver watch.
It clicked open.
"He took this."
Arthur turned the watch around.
Inside the casing wasn't just a folded deed.
It was a small, faded photograph of a baby.
Me.
May you like
And written on the back of the photograph, in Vincent Bellini's handwriting, was a single terrifying sentence.
"If the debt is unpaid, the daughter belongs to me."
