Tipsy Waitress Poked the Mafia Boss’s Chest—Then He Slung Her Over His Shoulder and Took Her
Chapter 7
Luca got Mia out through a side entrance.
They didn’t stop until they reached the estate.
Only then did Mia realize she was still gripping his shirt.
“I thought Kane was going to tell us.”
“He was.”
“Then someone killed him.”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“Someone who knows we’re close.”
Mia sat on the edge of the bed.
“My whole life is a lie.”
Luca crouched in front of her.
“No.”
She looked at him.
“Your past may have been hidden from you. That doesn’t make your life a lie.”
Tears filled her eyes.
“My mother knew.”
“Probably.”
“She never told me.”
“Maybe she was trying to protect you.”
“From what?”
Luca didn’t answer.
Instead, he opened a drawer and removed an old photograph.
He placed it in her hands.
Mia stared.
Her father stood beside a younger Luca.
But that wasn’t the shocking part.
Beside them was her mother.
All three were smiling.
Mia’s fingers trembled.
“You knew them?”
“My father did business with yours.”
“When?”
“Before I inherited everything.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t know who you were.”
Mia looked up.
“And now?”
“Now I know.”
She stared at him.
“Do you think my father is alive?”
Luca’s silence answered.
That night, they searched every surviving record connected to Mia’s parents.
At dawn, they found a clue.
A storage facility.
Locker 317.
Registered under her mother’s maiden name.
Luca wanted to send his men.
Mia refused.
“No.”
“It’s dangerous.”
“Then we’ll go together.”
“Mia.”
“You’ve spent days telling me I need protection.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t want to hide behind you.”
He studied her.
Then nodded.
“Stay close.”
Inside the locker was a small wooden box.
Mia opened it.
A letter lay inside.
Her mother’s handwriting.
She recognized it instantly.
Her knees weakened.
Luca caught her.
Mia unfolded the paper.
The first sentence made her blood run cold.
If you’re reading this, they failed to kill you.
Chapter 8
The letter revealed the truth piece by piece.
Mia’s mother had discovered that her husband was being hunted.
She had hidden evidence in several locations.
But there was one final secret.
She had never trusted the police.
She had trusted Luca’s father.
At the bottom of the letter was an address.
A farmhouse outside the city.
Luca stared at it.
“My father owned this property.”
“Then why didn’t you know?”
“He sold it twenty years ago.”
“To whom?”
Luca’s face hardened.
“Marcus Vale.”
They drove there before sunset.
The farmhouse looked abandoned.
Inside, dust covered the furniture.
Mia found another box beneath a loose floorboard.
This one contained a ledger.
Thousands of names.
Accounts.
Payments.
Dates.
And photographs.
Luca turned page after page.
Then stopped.
Mia looked over his shoulder.
Her father appeared in a photograph.
Alive.
Standing beside Marcus Vale.
But there was another man.
Luca went completely still.
“Who is that?”
Mia pointed.
“Victor Kane?”
“No.”
Luca’s voice was barely audible.
“My father.”
Mia looked at him.
“You knew your father was involved?”
“I knew he was connected to the network.”
He stared at the photograph.
“I didn’t know how deeply.”
Suddenly the farmhouse door slammed.
Luca drew his weapon.
Three men entered.
Mia ducked behind the table.
Luca moved with terrifying speed.
One attacker went down.
Another lunged.
Luca blocked the strike and drove him backward.
Mia saw a third man raising a gun.
She grabbed a heavy lamp and swung it.
The man collapsed.
Luca looked at her.
“You just saved my life.”
Mia was breathing hard.
“I told you I wasn’t helpless.”
He almost smiled.
Then a phone began ringing.
The fallen attacker’s phone.
Luca answered.
A distorted voice spoke.
“Bring the ledger.”
“Where?”
“Old Saint Mary’s Church.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You lose the girl.”
Luca’s eyes moved toward Mia.
The voice continued.
“Not tomorrow.”
“Tonight.”
The call ended.
Mia stepped closer.
“They want me.”
Luca shook his head.
“No.”
“Then who?”
He looked at her.
“You’re not the target anymore.”
“What am I?”
“The bait.”
