Chapter 6 - THE DEAD MAN’S SIGNATURE
Luca brought Matteo to a secured room beneath the mansion, not as a brother but as a suspect. A doctor treated the wound in his shoulder while two guards stood outside. Luca stayed across the table, the serpent ring between them.
“Tell me everything,” Luca said. “No more convenient omissions.”
Matteo looked exhausted. “Our father never died in that accident.”
Luca felt his stomach drop, but he kept his face still.
“Explain.”
“Daniel discovered that someone in the organization was selling information to federal investigators. He staged his death to disappear before the traitor could reach him. I was twenty-three. He told me the family needed to believe he was gone.”
“You helped fake his death?”
“I helped identify a body that wasn’t his. I thought it was a temporary arrangement. Then he started sending instructions through intermediaries. Money moved. People vanished. I realized the business he’d built wasn’t just a criminal empire. It was a machine for controlling anyone who knew too much.”
“And you said nothing.”
“I was young, and he had men watching me. Then I met Isabella. She found the ledgers and threatened to expose him. I thought I could get her away before he noticed.”
“You should have come to me.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t.” Luca leaned forward. “You let me bury my wife every morning for three years. You watched my daughter ask where her mother was. You stood beside me while I promised Sophie I’d find answers. You let me call you my brother.”
Matteo flinched. “I thought silence would keep you alive.”
“It kept you comfortable.”
For the first time, Matteo had no defense.
He told Luca that the papers Sophie remembered were not ordinary trust documents. They transferred control of a dormant account to a guardian if Luca were declared mentally incapacitated or dead. The signatures were genuine, but the final page had been added later. Whoever held it could access money connected to Daniel’s hidden network.
“Isabella discovered the altered page,” Matteo said. “She realized someone was preparing to remove you from control of the company.”
“Who?”
“I never saw the full ledger. But the final authorization required two witnesses. One was me. The other was Vanessa.”
Luca’s mind flashed to Vanessa’s frightened face. “She signed?”
“She was told it was a harmless transfer. I don’t know if she understood what she was signing.”
“Why did she come back into my life?”
Matteo hesitated. “Daniel wanted someone close to you who could report your movements. Vanessa had been offered the engagement years earlier because of her family’s political connections. When I broke it off, Daniel kept her close.”
Luca stood, fighting the urge to put his fist through the table. “And you let me bring her into this house.”
“I thought she had changed sides.”
“Based on what?”
“Nothing. I wanted to believe it.”
A guard entered with a phone recovered from the greenhouse. It had one unsent message on the screen:
The girl remembers the second witness. Bring her to the river before midnight, or Isabella dies.
Luca snatched the phone. “Who sent this?”
“We traced it to a prepaid device,” the guard said. “The signal came from the old ferry terminal.”
Luca turned to Matteo. “If this is a trap, I will end you myself.”
“I know.”
“You’re coming with me.”
Matteo looked up. “You trust me enough to take me?”
“No. I trust that whoever sent this expects me to leave you behind.”
Luca went upstairs to Sophie. Emily sat beside her bed, reading the same picture book for the third time. Sophie’s eyes brightened when he entered, but the fear behind them did not disappear.
“Daddy, did you find Mommy?”
“Not yet, sweetheart. But I found a way to get closer.”
Sophie touched the ribbon. “I remember another thing.”
Luca sat beside her. “Tell me.”
“When Mommy cried, Aunt Vanessa was there too. She had a paper in her hand. Mommy said, ‘You promised you wouldn’t let him take her.’”
“Take whom?”
Sophie’s eyes filled. “Me.”
Luca felt the room tilt. Vanessa might have been more than a witness. She might have helped plan the abduction of his daughter.
He kissed Sophie’s forehead and promised he would return before midnight.
As he reached the door, she called after him.
“Daddy?”
He turned.
“If Mommy comes back, will you still love her even if she’s different?”
Luca could barely speak. “I’ll love her in every way she needs me to.”
Sophie nodded, as though that was the answer she had been waiting for.
At 11:42 p.m., Luca and Matteo reached the abandoned ferry terminal. A single light glowed above the water. On the concrete floor lay a child’s pink hair clip—one Sophie had lost the week Isabella disappeared.
Then Luca’s phone rang.
A woman whispered, “Luca, don’t come inside.”
He knew that voice.
“Isabella?”
“Listen to me. Your father is alive.”
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A door slammed behind him. The lights went out.
And someone in the darkness said, “Welcome home, son.”
