No Nurse Lasted a Week with the Ruthless Mafia Boss — Until the Poor Nurse Broke the Rules
Chapter 8
The attorney’s name was Samuel Cross.
According to public records, he had died eighteen years earlier.
But Adrian had recently discovered something else.
Samuel Cross had changed his name.
He had been living under another identity.
And he had been sending money to an offshore account every month.
Mia sat across from Adrian in the library.
“Why would your father’s attorney fake his death?”
“Because he knew what happened.”
“To your father?”
“Yes.”
“What happened that night?”
Adrian looked down.
“I don’t remember everything.”
“You were fourteen.”
“I remember enough.”
He described the night.
A storm.
A phone call.
His father leaving the house.
Then a crash.
Adrian finding him outside.
The official story said heart attack.
But Adrian had noticed a needle mark on his father’s arm.
Nobody believed him.
He had spent years searching.
Mia listened quietly.
“Did your father say anything?”
“One word.”
“What?”
“Lighthouse.”
Mia frowned.
“Lighthouse?”
“Yes.”
“There isn’t a lighthouse here.”
“Not anymore.”
She looked at him.
“Where was it?”
“Old harbor.”
Mia stood.
“Then that’s where we go.”
Adrian looked surprised.
“You’re coming?”
“Yes.”
“You’re a nurse.”
“I know.”
“You don’t have to do this.”
“I know.”
“Then why?”
Mia shrugged.
“Because you look like a man who has been searching alone for too long.”
He stared at her.
Neither spoke.
Then Adrian said:
“Fine.”
They drove to the abandoned harbor that night.
The lighthouse had been closed for years.
Inside, the stairs were covered in dust.
At the top, they found an old metal box.
Locked.
Adrian broke it open.
Inside were documents.
A photograph.
And a letter.
The letter was from Adrian’s father.
If you find this, trust no one from the old organization.
Mia looked at Adrian.
“What organization?”
He read the next line.
The people who believe they own this city.
Adrian went still.
Mia read over his shoulder.
The letter named several businessmen.
Judges.
Police officials.
Politicians.
And one family.
The Bellinis.
Mia looked at him.
“Your family?”
Adrian shook his head.
“Not mine.”
“What do you mean?”
“My father wasn’t the one running the organization.”
“Then who was?”
Adrian turned the page.
There was only one name.
Gabriel.
His dead uncle.
Then they heard footsteps below.
Someone had followed them.
