Tipsy Waitress Poked the Mafia Boss’s Chest—Then He Slung Her Over His Shoulder and Took Her
Chapter 6
Mia refused to believe him.
She had spent twenty years believing her father was buried in a small cemetery outside Blackwood.
Her mother had told her the same story.
Car accident.
Rainy road.
No survivors.
But Kane insisted.
“Your father wasn’t killed in an accident,” he said.
“Then what happened?”
“He discovered the money network.”
“What money network?”
“The one Luca has been fighting for years.”
Luca’s eyes narrowed.
Kane continued.
“Your father was an accountant. He found millions moving through shell companies. He copied everything.”
Mia’s throat tightened.
“And my mother?”
Kane looked away.
“She knew.”
Luca stepped closer.
“Where is her father now?”
Kane hesitated.
“I don’t know.”
“Who does?”
“Marcus Vale.”
The name meant something to Luca.
His expression turned deadly.
Marcus Vale had disappeared from Blackwood fifteen years earlier.
A banker.
A fixer.
A man believed to be dead.
Kane suddenly grabbed Mia’s wrist.
“Listen to me.”
Luca moved instantly.
Kane released her.
“They aren’t trying to kill you because you saw the envelope,” Kane whispered.
“Then why?”
“Because your father left something behind.”
“What?”
“A ledger.”
Mia stared at him.
“Where?”
Kane smiled sadly.
“That’s the problem.”
He looked toward Luca.
“Your father trusted only one person with the location.”
“Who?”
Kane’s answer came softly.
“Your mother.”
Mia’s heart stopped.
“My mother died.”
“Yes.”
“Then the ledger is gone.”
“No.”
Kane’s eyes filled with fear.
“She hid it before she was killed.”
Mia couldn’t breathe.
Luca reached for her hand.
She didn’t pull away.
“What does the ledger contain?” she whispered.
“Names.”
“Whose names?”
“Everyone involved.”
Kane looked toward the dark warehouse doors.
“Politicians. Judges. Police officers. Bankers.”
He swallowed.
“And one name that will explain why your father disappeared.”
Suddenly the warehouse lights went out.
A gunshot exploded in the darkness.
Kane fell.
Mia screamed.
Luca pulled her against his chest.
Then another voice echoed through the warehouse.
“Run, little girl.”
