Chapter 6
Luca moved first.
He stepped between Marco and Nico.
Not dramatically.
Not loudly.
Just enough that his son was behind him.
Marco saw it.
His face tightened.
“I can explain.”
Luca’s voice was flat.
“You have ten seconds.”
“Not with a gun pointed at me.”
I had not even noticed one of the other guards draw his weapon.
Luca did.
“Lower it.”
The guard obeyed.
Marco slowly placed his phone and sidearm on the table.
Then he raised both hands.
“I knew Sofia.”
Luca laughed once.
A bitter sound.
“Apparently everyone did except me.”
Marco swallowed.
“I worked for your father before I worked for you.”
“I know.”
“You know I drove him. You know I handled security.”
“What I don’t know is why Sofia named you alongside Dominic and Vanessa.”
Marco looked at the frozen video.
“Because I was there.”
The room turned cold.
Nico reached for my hand.
I took it.
Luca’s voice dropped.
“Where?”
“The night she left New Jersey.”
Luca took one step forward.
“You helped force her out.”
“No.”
“That’s what you just said.”
“I said I was there.”
“Then talk.”
Marco looked at Nico.
“This isn’t something a child should hear.”
Nico’s face hardened.
“It’s about my mom.”
“Yes.”
“Then I’m hearing it.”
Marco looked at Luca.
Luca did not send Nico away.
That decision mattered.
Marco sat slowly.
“Eight years ago, your father ordered me to drive him to an apartment in Hoboken. He said Sofia had stolen from the family.”
Luca’s expression did not change.
“I believed him.”
“Why?”
“Because he was Salvatore Moretti.”
The answer carried shame.
“He had spent twenty years teaching everyone around him that loyalty meant believing him before facts.”
Luca looked away.
I suspected he understood that lesson too well.
Marco continued.
“When we arrived, Dominic was already there. Sofia was crying. Vanessa was there too.”
“You knew Vanessa then.”
“Yes.”
Luca’s eyes flashed.
“And you watched her pretend she had never met my family when I introduced her six years later.”
“Yes.”
Luca grabbed Marco by the front of his shirt.
Nico gasped.
I stood.
“Luca.”
He released Marco.
Barely.
“Keep talking.”
Marco straightened his collar.
“Vanessa’s father owed Dominic money. Serious money. Dominic used her for errands, introductions, things that wouldn’t look connected to the Moretti family.”
“What did she do to Sofia?”
“She delivered papers.”
“What papers?”
“An agreement. Fifty thousand dollars in exchange for leaving New Jersey and never contacting you.”
Luca’s fists tightened.
“Did Sofia sign?”
“No.”
“What happened?”
“Your father threatened her.”
Nico’s fingers went rigid inside mine.
Luca noticed.
“What kind of threat?”
Marco looked at the child.
“He said if she stayed, he would destroy her mother financially and make sure no hospital in the state hired Sofia again.”
Sofia had been a respiratory therapist.
I knew that.
I had never known why she stopped working.
Luca’s voice roughened.
“And me?”
“He told her you knew about the pregnancy.”
Luca closed his eyes.
“He told her you wanted nothing to do with the baby.”
Nico made a small sound.
Luca turned immediately.
“That was a lie.”
Nico nodded.
“I know.”
But his eyes filled anyway.
Marco continued.
“Sofia refused to believe him. Then Dominic showed her copies of bank transfers and a letter with your signature.”
“Forged.”
“Yes.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I watched Dominic prepare it.”
Luca stared at him.
“And did nothing.”
“I did something later.”
“Later.”
The word was full of contempt.
Marco accepted it.
“I drove Sofia to a motel after they made her leave the apartment. Your father thought I was taking her to the bus station.”
“But you didn’t.”
“No. I gave her cash. I told her to change routes. I gave her the address of a lawyer in Pennsylvania who owed me a favor.”
Luca looked at the screen.
“That’s why she named you.”
“Because I was both things.”
Marco’s voice broke slightly.
“I was there when they threatened her. And I was the person who helped her disappear safely afterward.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I tried.”
Luca laughed bitterly.
“No.”
“I did.”
“When?”
“The morning after.”
Marco leaned forward.
“Your father told me you had flown to Italy. Dominic took your phones. Your office was cleared. For three weeks nobody below family level could reach you directly.”
Luca’s face changed.
I saw memory return.
“My grandfather’s funeral.”
“Yes.”
“When you came back, Sofia was gone. Your father told you she had taken money.”
“And you let me believe it.”
Marco looked down.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because Salvatore told me if I contradicted him, he would find Sofia.”
Luca stared.
“I thought silence kept her safe.”
“That’s everyone’s excuse.”
The words cut through the room.
Silence keeps people safe.
Sofia had believed it.
Marco had believed it.
I had believed it.
Every person who loved Nico had spent years using silence as protection.
And the child had still ended up alone in a guesthouse.
Nico whispered, “Did my mom know you helped her?”
Marco looked at him.
“Yes.”
“Did she hate you?”
Marco took a long breath.
“I think sometimes.”
Nico nodded.
“That sounds fair.”
Marco almost smiled.
Then Luca pointed to Sofia’s video.
“Why call you the third person?”
“I don’t know.”
“Play it again,” I said.
Luca looked at me.
“The exact sentence.”
He rewound.
Sofia appeared.
Dominic Moretti did not act alone. Vanessa helped him because her family owed Dominic money. But there was a third person. The third person was inside Luca’s house before any of us understood what was happening.
Then:
If Claire is there, tell her I am sorry.
Then the name:
Marco DeLuca.
I frowned.
“She never says you were the third person.”
Everyone looked at me.
“What?” Marco asked.
“She says there was a third person. Then later she says your name.”
Luca replayed it.
I was right.
The video had a strange flicker between the statements.
Marco leaned closer.
“Edit.”
The isolated laptop showed file metadata.
Modified three months after Sofia recorded it.
My skin prickled.
“Somebody edited her video.”
Luca’s eyes hardened.
“Who had the drive?”
“Sofia,” I said.
“Then Mrs. Rainer.”
Nico looked up.
“Mrs. Rainer had Mom’s green box.”
“What green box?”
“All her important stuff.”
“Where is it now?”
Nico hesitated.
“The man Peter took it.”
Marco swore.
Peter Vance.
Dead in a warehouse lot.
Whoever had used him might have reached the drive before it ever returned to Nico.
Marco began checking file hashes and timestamps.
Then he found something.
“There are deleted fragments.”
“Recover them.”
“Trying.”
Twenty minutes later, a damaged audio segment played.
Sofia’s voice.
“…third person was inside Luca’s house before any of us understood what was happening. She was trusted because she had been there since Luca was a boy…”
Static.
Then:
“…not Marco. Marco helped me leave. If he ever sees this, tell him I know why he stayed quiet, even if I wish he hadn’t.”
Marco looked away.
Luca stared at the screen.
“She.”
The third person was a woman.
Inside Luca’s house since he was a boy.
I searched his face.
He already knew.
“No,” he whispered.
Marco looked at him.
“Luca?”
He stood slowly.
“There was one woman my father trusted with everything.”
“Who?” I asked.
Luca’s face had gone pale.
“My mother.”
The room stopped.
I had met Elena Moretti twice.
Elegant.
Soft-spoken.
Living most of the year in Florence since her husband’s death.
Nico looked confused.
“My grandma?”
Luca said nothing.
Marco’s phone rang before anyone could process it.
International number.
Italy.
Marco showed Luca.
He answered.
A woman spoke.
Luca’s face became still.
“Mom.”
Elena Moretti’s voice carried clearly in the silent room.
“Luca, darling. I think it is time you and I discussed Sofia.”
Marco did not immediately take his gun back after the recovered video cleared him.
He left it on the table.
Luca noticed.
“You can take it.”
Marco shook his head.
“Not until you decide whether I still work for you.”
The two men looked at each other.
Years of loyalty sat between them, along with one enormous betrayal by omission.
Luca’s voice was quiet.
“You protected Sofia once.”
“And failed her for years after.”
“Yes.”
“I protected you too.”
“Sometimes.”
Marco accepted that.
Then Luca said, “You stay until Nico is safe.”
“After?”
“After, we decide.”
Marco nodded.
It was not forgiveness.
But it was something honest.
Nico wandered into the room carrying a deck of cards he had found in a drawer.
“Do either of you know Go Fish?”
Marco looked at Luca.
Luca looked at Marco.
The absurdity broke the tension.
“I know poker,” Marco said.
“You’re not teaching him poker,” Luca replied.
“Why?” Nico asked.
“Because I said so.”
“That’s not a reason.”
I smiled.
Luca pointed at me.
“Do not encourage him.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Your face did.”
For twenty minutes, while federal crimes and family betrayals waited on laptops around us, we played Go Fish.
Nico cheated badly.
Marco pretended not to notice.
Luca noticed everything and still let him win once.
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It was ridiculous.
It was also the first time Luca and Marco sat at the same table after the truth without looking like one might hit the other.
