MasukLuca's first order as Don was to dismantle the St. Agatha Benevolent Society.Every company and warehouse tied to Salvatore was seized, and every secret account was frozen. The men who abducted my sister were tried. The police and medical examiner he had bought lost their protection.His second order abolished every Moretti subsidiary contract contingent on marriage. Several capos objected. Luca instructed Marco, in front of them, to reopen the records of their port businesses. The meeting grew quiet. Father was buried in the Vitale crypt. I did not attend the funeral.My sister did.When she returned, she threw the family ring Father once wore into the fireplace and watched it blacken in the flames."I thought I would be sad," she said."You can be.""Because he's dead?""Because he was still our father. He never treated us as daughters, but that doesn't mean you aren't allowed to grieve."My sister cried for a long time. After that, we rarely spoke of Enzo Vitale. Two months later, s
The family council convened in the old Moretti shipyard.Three Dons had taken power there, and countless traitors had been executed beneath its roof. A table for twelve stood at the center of the building, its far end facing an unfinished dry dock.Salvatore occupied the head seat. He had plainly decided he was the next Don."Luca lost control at his own engagement banquet, then allowed two women to manipulate Moretti guards and ports," he told the assembled capos. "Now Isabella is dead. What right does he have to lead this family?""And if I'm not dead?"My sister's voice came from the shipyard entrance. Every head turned. She wore a long black dress, one hand over her abdomen and the other linked through my arm.The guards raised their guns.Luca's men surrounded the shipyard from every side. For the first time, Salvatore stopped smiling."This is a conspiracy," he said."It is." I set the red ledger on the long table. "One that began five years ago."Antonia explained the accounts i
Three weeks later, I rented an office at the port with a leaking roof.A new wooden sign hung on the door.Aurora Shipping.The company had two employees: Antonia and me. Our starting capital came from the trust my mother had left behind. Father had blocked the money for years on the grounds that I was unmarried. Armed with his confession and the false accounts, I challenged the restriction through the trustee bank. The bank wanted no part in a scandal between two families. It released the funds that same day.Antonia's husband repaired Crane Three, then joined us with six dockworkers. I owned no ships. All I had was temporary operating authority over Berth Seven, but the name on the document was mine. Luca came every day. On the first day, he brought twelve armed guards. I made every one of them wait outside.On the second day, he brought a Moretti shipping contract. I removed the right-of-first-refusal clause and raised our profit by thirty percent before signing the final page. On t
A sharp smell seeped beneath the door.Not poison gas. Gasoline.Salvatore meant to burn the entire crypt, with us and the ledger inside. Luca took off his coat and stuffed it against the gap beneath the door, then used his phone to light the room. There was no signal underground. The only exit was locked."Put the ledger back in the metal box," he said."Then what?""If only one person can get out, you go first with the evidence."I looked up at him."And you?""I'll find another way.""Don't waste time." I aimed my phone toward the rear of the crypt. "We find another exit now."Behind one of the stone coffins stood an arch covered in dust. During renovations in my first life, workers had discovered an old ossuary there. It connected to the ruins of a monastery behind the hill, though part of the passage had collapsed years ago. We had no other choice.Luca broke through the thin bricks sealing the arch with the butt of his gun. I pulled away loose stones. The moment we opened a hole
News of Isabella's death spread across Palermo the next morning.The Moretti family announced that she had died from injuries sustained during her abduction. To preserve her dignity, the funeral would use a closed coffin. No one would be permitted to view the body.My sister was moved to a seaside house that did not appear in any Moretti record. At first, no one approved of the plan. Luca called it too dangerous. Dr. Rossi worried about her health. Marco feared what would happen if the lie was exposed. Isabella listened to them argue and made the decision herself."They truly meant to kill me." She set the threatening letter on the table. "If I disappear, they'll believe they succeeded. I'm willing to try."She cut her hair short, changed into ordinary clothes, and left the estate without looking back. In the past, she had followed every instruction Father gave. I had assumed obedience came naturally to her. Only now did I understand that she had never been offered another choice. The
That evening, I returned to the Vitale estate alone. I told no one, and I brought no Moretti guards.Antonia had hidden a recorder in my earring. Its signal transmitted to a receiver outside the estate. Even if Father found it, everything already recorded would remain in her hands. I only needed to make him talk. The main light in the study was off.Father stood by the window smoking a cigar. A photograph of me lay on his desk beside a completed marriage contract. The groom was Alessandro, Salvatore's only son."Sit," Father said.I remained standing."You had a second marriage contract ready all along.""The Vitales cannot afford to offend both Moretti bloodlines.""So Isabella marries Luca, and I marry his cousin. No matter which man becomes Don, you win."Father turned around."Everything I do is for the Vitale family.""Including drugging me?""I don't know what you're talking about.""You know I didn't drink it." I made myself smile. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have made that mistake







