Chapter 9 - THE LAST ACCOUNT
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Vincent survived the shooting, but the bullet had lodged dangerously close to his spine. Surgeons operated through the night while federal agents secured the estate and questioned everyone connected to the trust.
Isabella was taken into custody.
She did not resist.
Thomas remained missing.
By morning, the original contract had been authenticated by a court-appointed financial examiner. The Bellweather Trust had been created twenty-eight years earlier by three parties: Michael Gallagher, Vincent Falcone, and Isabella Falcone.
The agreement established a private fund intended to protect several families from a violent criminal dispute. Over time, it became a mechanism for hiding assets, financing private security operations, and exerting influence over legitimate businesses.
Isabella had gradually taken control.
Vincent had allowed it because he believed she was protecting their son.
Michael had continued auditing the accounts because he believed he could prevent the money from being used to hurt innocent people.
Both men had been wrong.
The original agreement contained a clause requiring the trust to pass to Michael's direct heir if all three founding parties were unable to fulfill their obligations.
That heir was Serena.
She sat across from Walsh in a quiet conference room, reading the contract while Matteo stood near the window.
“I never wanted this money,” she said.
Walsh nodded.
“You don't have to accept the inheritance.”
“It's not about accepting it. If the trust is real, people have been hurt to protect it. I can't simply sign it away and pretend that solves anything.”
Matteo looked at her.
“What do you want to do?”
“Find every account, every person who was paid, and every record they tried to destroy. Then turn over everything that can legally be used to prosecute the people responsible.”
“Some of those records could destroy the Falcone companies.”
“Some of those companies deserve to be destroyed.”
He absorbed the words without arguing.
For years, he had treated the survival of his organization as the highest possible good. He had convinced himself that the legitimate businesses justified the violence behind them.
Serena's willingness to sacrifice the money forced him to confront what his empire had actually become.
He looked at the contract.
“If I cooperate, my own crimes won't disappear.”
“No,” Walsh said. “They won't.”
“And if I don't?”
“Then you'll be making another choice with consequences you can't control.”
Matteo turned toward Serena.
“I'll cooperate.”
She watched him carefully.
“Because you want to protect me?”
“Because I should have done it months ago, before you needed protection from me.”
It was not an apology designed to win her back.
For once, he understood that it had to be a decision he would honor even if she never forgave him.
Over the next several days, the investigation accelerated.
Arthur recovered and provided financial records linking Thomas to Northstar Holdings. Former employees of the clinic identified people who had visited the facility under false names. Two witnesses connected Isabella to payments made after her reported death.
Then Liam was found.
He was alive, exhausted, and suffering from a fractured wrist. A delivery driver had discovered him inside an abandoned service building outside Worcester. Liam had escaped his captors after they moved him from one vehicle to another.
When Serena saw her brother at the hospital, she held him so tightly that he winced.
“I'm sorry,” she whispered.
“For what?”
“For not finding you sooner.”
Liam shook his head.
“You were trying to keep me alive. I was trying to keep you alive. Neither of us knew who we could trust.”
He told Walsh that the men who abducted him had demanded the location of the original contract. They had also asked about a second account, one that did not appear in the official records.
Before they could question him further, a nurse delivered a sealed envelope.
It was addressed to Matteo.
Inside was a single sheet of paper.
Thomas had written it.
You have the contract. You have the money. You even have your family back. But you still don't know who ordered your father's death.
Below the message was an address in Manhattan.
Matteo recognized it immediately.
The penthouse.
The note included a time: midnight.
Walsh wanted to send a team to the location. Matteo agreed, but he insisted that Serena remain away from the building.
She refused.
“I'm not going to let you decide where I can go because you're afraid of what might happen.”
“I'm trying to keep you safe.”
“I know. But you can't repair what happened by turning protection into another form of control.”
Matteo looked at her for a long moment.
Then he nodded.
They approached the penthouse with Walsh's team surrounding the building. The private elevator opened onto a silent corridor.
The front door stood ajar.
Inside, the lights were on.
A bottle of whiskey sat on the desk beside the drawer that had once held Serena's engagement ring.
Thomas stood by the window.
He looked tired, but not frightened.
“You came,” he said.
Matteo entered first.
“You wanted to see me.”
“I wanted you to understand.”
“Understand what?”
Thomas looked toward Serena.
“That the trust was never the prize. It was the leverage. Whoever controlled the original beneficiary could control every family that depended on it.”
“Why frame Serena?”
“Because she was the only person who could identify the manipulation.”
“You could have told me.”
Thomas laughed without humor.
“You wouldn't have listened. Not if the truth threatened the empire your father built.”
Matteo stepped closer.
“You killed those men. You ordered the attacks.”
“I ordered some of them. Others were already happening before I took control.”
Serena's expression hardened.
“Who was giving the orders?”
Thomas looked at her.
“The person who created the second account.”
He reached into his jacket and placed a small storage device on the desk.
“Everything is on there. The transfers, the original correspondence, the names of the people who kept the clinic operating.”
“Why give it to us now?” Walsh asked.
Thomas looked at Matteo.
“Because the person who paid me has decided I know too much.”
A gunshot shattered the window.
Thomas jerked backward.
Matteo lunged for him as Walsh's team shouted and returned fire toward the neighboring rooftop. Glass rained across the room.
Thomas collapsed into Matteo's arms.
Blood spread beneath his coat.
He gripped Matteo's sleeve with surprising strength.
“Don't trust the contract,” he gasped.
Matteo bent closer.
“Who paid you?”
Thomas's lips moved.
He whispered a name.
Then his hand fell away.
The room went silent except for the alarm and the distant sirens.
Serena looked at the storage device.
Walsh picked it up carefully.
“Whatever is on here, it may be our only chance to identify the person behind the network.”
Matteo stared at Thomas's body.
His oldest friend had betrayed him, lied to him, and helped destroy the woman he loved.
Yet even in death, Thomas had left him with one final warning.
Don't trust the contract.
That night, the files revealed a second beneficiary hidden behind a coded identity.
The identity belonged to someone who had attended Matteo and Serena's engagement party.
Someone who had stood beside them in photographs.
Someone who had kissed Serena on the cheek and called her family.
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The name appeared on the final page.
Liam Gallagher.
