Chapter 6 - The Price of a Mother's LoveNora was sitting beneath the kitchen table when I reached the lakeside house.
She had crawled beneath it after hearing the guards shouting outside. One of our men knelt nearby, trying to coax her out with a plate of cookies.
The sight of me brought her scrambling forward.
“Lorenzo!”
She collided with my legs.
I crouched and caught her.
“Where's your mother?”
Nora's face crumpled.
“Uncle Sal took her.”
My blood turned cold.
“What did he say?”
“He said Mommy had to come with him so the bad men would leave us alone.”
I held her shoulders gently.
“Did he hurt you?”
She shook her head.
“Did he hurt Mommy?”
“He made her cry.”
That was enough.
I stood.
“Get every available man on the road. Shut down the exits from the property. Find Salvatore's vehicles, every one of them.”
Enzo appeared in the doorway.
“I've already done it. His cars left through the north gate twelve minutes ago. We have two teams tracking them.”
“Why didn't you stop him?”
His face was gray.
“He showed the guards an order with your signature. He said you had authorized Elena's transfer to a secure location.”
I stared at him.
“Did you believe him?”
“No, Boss. But the order was genuine.”
He handed me a photograph of the document.
My signature sat at the bottom.
It was perfect.
Someone had forged my name using a scanned copy of an old authorization form.
I tore the paper in half.
“Get me the original file.”
“Already working on it.”
I turned to Nora.
She had wrapped her small arms around a stuffed rabbit and was watching us with terror in her eyes.
I had promised to protect her.
And less than a day later, her mother had been taken from her.
I knelt again.
“Nora, listen carefully. I'm going to bring your mommy home.”
“Like you brought Grandma home?”
The question hit me in the chest.
“I haven't found your grandmother yet.”
“Then find both of them.”
She said it with the absolute certainty of a child who believed adults could do anything if they simply decided to.
I wished I deserved that faith.
I left Nora with Rosa and a reinforced security team. Then I went downstairs, where Enzo had laid out a map of Boston.
Salvatore's known properties were marked in red.
His vehicles had been spotted heading south toward the waterfront.
“Why take Elena?” Enzo asked. “He could have killed her at the house.”
“He needs something from her.”
“The ledger?”
“Maybe. But if he wanted the ledger, he could have stolen it.”
I placed the photograph of my mother on the table.
“He needs Elena alive.”
“Why?”
“Because she knows where my mother hid the original records.”
Enzo tapped the map.
“There are six properties he controls within twenty miles. Two warehouses, a private residence, a shipping office, and two storage facilities.”
“What about the clinic in Revere?”
His face changed.
“You went to Whitmore.”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“Lucia was transferred to a clinic near Revere. My mother visited it before the crash. I need its records.”
Enzo studied the photograph.
“Boss, if your sister survived, why would Salvatore keep that secret for twenty-nine years?”
“Because a child can inherit more than a name.”
My father had left behind an empire worth hundreds of millions of dollars, held together by trusts, shell companies, and private agreements.
The succession documents gave me control of the family business but assigned a significant portion of the legitimate estate to both surviving children. If Lucia was alive, her claim could threaten Salvatore's plan to assume control of the remaining assets.
But money alone didn't explain the way he had looked at Nora.
He'd known her.
He had recognized the child before she said a word.
“There's something else,” I said.
Enzo waited.
“Salvatore told us Sokov was behind the attack on the safe house. But he arrived in the garage before the shooting ended. He knew where we'd be, and he knew about the letter.”
“You think he arranged the attack?”
“I think he knew enough to take advantage of it.”
Enzo's jaw tightened.
“We'll find Elena.”
A message arrived from one of our surveillance teams.
They had identified the vehicle Salvatore was using. It had entered a private industrial complex near the harbor, one of the properties connected to Victor Sokov.
I stared at the map.
“He's delivering her to Sokov.”
“Or meeting him.”
“Either way, they don't get to keep her.”
I turned toward Enzo.
“Bring two cars. No sirens. No uniforms. We enter through the western loading bay.”
He hesitated.
“Boss, we don't know how many men are inside.”
“Then we'll have to be polite.”
He gave me a look.
I checked the magazine in my pistol.
“By my standards.”
The warehouse stood beside a dark stretch of water, surrounded by rusting fences and shipping containers. A security camera swept across the gate. We waited until it turned away, then crossed the road.
Two guards stood near the loading bay.
We incapacitated them without firing a shot.
Inside, the warehouse was larger than it appeared from the outside. Crates occupied the central floor, while a series of offices overlooked the loading area.
Voices drifted from behind a glass partition.
I recognized Salvatore's.
“The girl is leverage,” he was saying. “If Lorenzo refuses to cooperate, Elena signs the transfer and the child disappears.”
A second voice answered.
Victor Sokov.
“You promised me the ledger.”
“And you'll have it.”
“Your family has been lying to me for four years.”
“Your people killed Isabella. Don't lecture me about honesty.”
I froze.
The words seemed to vibrate through my bones.
Sokov replied in a low, amused voice.
“Your uncle arranged the brakes. My people provided the driver. We all played our part.”
I pressed closer to the glass.
Salvatore's voice grew sharper.
“You were supposed to kill the woman, not let her escape.”
“She escaped because you underestimated her.”
“She's been hiding for four years.”
“And now she has a son who knows too much.”
A silence followed.
Then Sokov spoke again.
“Does Lorenzo know what really happened to his sister?”
Salvatore answered after a pause.
“Not yet.”
“What about Elena?”
“She remembers more than she admits.”
I felt the gun in my hand become weightless.
My uncle had helped arrange my mother's murder.
Victor Sokov had provided the driver.
And Elena had known enough to put both men at risk.
I signaled Enzo.
We moved to the office door.
Inside, Elena sat tied to a metal chair, her face bruised but her eyes alert. Salvatore stood beside her, holding a sheet of paper.
Victor Sokov lounged against the desk.
“You have until midnight,” Sokov told Salvatore. “After that, I stop caring about your family complications.”
Salvatore lifted the paper.
Elena spat in his face.
“You'll never get me to sign it.”
He struck her.
The sound echoed through the office.
Something inside me went dark.
I kicked the door open.
“Step away from her.”
Both men turned.
Salvatore's expression collapsed.
“Lorenzo.”
Victor smiled.
“Ah. The Silence has finally learned to shout.”
I raised my pistol.
“You have three seconds to release her.”
Sokov glanced at the men appearing behind him.
“I'm afraid you're outnumbered.”
A dozen armed men emerged from the shadows.
Enzo raised his weapon beside me.
I looked at Elena.
She shook her head frantically.
“Lorenzo, don't. They have Nora.”
My hand tightened around the pistol.
“What?”
Salvatore's smile returned.
“Your little friend is safer than you think.”
He placed a photograph on the desk.
Nora stood in front of the lake house, holding her stuffed rabbit.
A man stood behind her.
His hand rested on her shoulder.
Salvatore tapped the photograph.
“Bring me the ledger and the original ownership documents. Do exactly what I say, and the child lives.”
I stared at my uncle.
Then at Elena.
Then at the men pointing guns at my chest.
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For the first time in my life, I found myself standing in a room where power couldn't solve the problem.
And Salvatore knew it.
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