MasukSix months later, my father still met with the investigators regularly. Whenever the phone rang at home, he'd glance out the window first, as if cars might still be outside waiting for his orders. My mother would remind him to finish his breakfast. He no longer had to choose a call from the port over a plate of cold eggs. Instead, he often didn't know what to do with a quiet day.Moretti Logistics continued operating under independent oversight. Some of the casino holdings were sold to compensate and support affected employees.Lorenzo ran the legitimate shipping business. Every new contract he signed had to be reviewed by an outside auditor, and it took him time to get used to that.Matteo was still working through the cooperation agreement and sometimes got home too late for dinner.Dante took a job in security at the medical center. The first rule he put in place was that no one was allowed to argue loudly outside the exam rooms.Nico finished his ER rotation and sometimes came home
The next day, the church in Little Italy opened its doors. The eight families sat in their usual pews out of habit, but this time there were no gunmen outside clearing the street for them. Luca was in federal custody. Only his lawyer came, bringing a statement that claimed all the evidence had been fabricated by the Moretti family to cover up its old crimes.Rosa had briefly regained consciousness in the hospital. Nico told me she still needed to be monitored and would not be able to testify anytime soon.When I told Gianna, she took my hand and said we should focus on presenting the facts we could prove today.The church windows were set high, and the sunlight did not reach the front row. My father sat there, with the Don's seat beside him empty.Enzo did not order the statement torn up. Instead, he asked the Bellini family's doctor to speak first. The doctor had brought a preserved sample from the deceased Bellini heir, along with the independent retest records. He stuck to what the
The latch on the case clicked open softly. Luca pulled out the top page. All he saw were case numbers, test dates, and a string of index codes that couldn't be traced back to names. He flipped through several more pages, and his expression slowly turned cold."Where are the full records?""Not here."He let out a laugh, but his eyes stayed cold. He threw the papers on the floor and moved the needle from Rosa's neck to her arm. I stepped forward, but I was still a split second too slow. Rosa flinched in pain, and the chair slammed against the edge of the platform."Now you can chase me," Luca said, "or save her."He ran for the exit on the other side. I rushed over and caught Rosa. Her breaths grew shorter and shorter. The pulse at her wrist raced, then slowed. I cut her free, lowered her until she lay flat, and took the last shot out of its temperature-controlled case.Rosa recognized the label and tugged at my sleeve, as if she was afraid I'd waste my only chance on her. I said, "Forg
The families' meeting scheduled for the next day was moved up to that night. Someone suggested sending gunmen to sweep the port. Someone else wanted to use Luca's relatives to draw him out. Every plan promised speed. None addressed the real problem: Luca had Rosa, and the original medical records were scattered across systems in New York and Malta. Tearing the port apart would not save her.Enzo called in from Sicily. First, he asked to see the retest results for his own sample. Then he listened in silence while the other bosses argued. He was the same man who had allowed Luca, the Vitale heir, to surround my family with his men. When someone asked him to order his grandson to release Rosa, he said Luca was no longer taking his calls. Enzo planned to fly to New York that very night. His voice was tense. I couldn't tell whether he was more worried about Rosa or about losing control of Luca for good."I'll go," Lorenzo said. "Give me the case.""He knows how I work," I answered. "The fil
Three days later, Rosa arrived in New York. She didn't stay at the Moretti house. She went straight to a partner clinic in Brooklyn to sort through the files she'd brought from Malta. When I saw her face on the screen, I realized how long it had been since I'd heard her say my name in a room where I felt safe.The day I left Malta, Rosa walked me to the harbor. She didn't ask whether I'd keep practicing medicine once I found my family. She only said that if anyone there was willing to learn my signs, I should let them try. I didn't have to tell them my whole past right away just to repay anyone. After that, I'd used signs to talk to my family about the weather, dinner, and the locks on the doors. When I finally wanted to tell Rosa about it, she smiled at me through the screen before I could say a word."How's your father?" she asked."Still in the ICU. He's complaining that his oatmeal is too bland."Rosa nodded and pulled up the original receiving list for the donated supplies. Three
On the afternoon of the third day, the hotel was still taped off. The lead investigator agreed to let us go down to the basement with him and Dante for one simple reason. Dante had set up the offline recording system, and he was the only one who knew where the spare key to the security office was hidden. Gianna and I put on medical center staff jackets and went in through a side door.When the elevator stopped on the second basement level, the clang of metal echoed down the hallway. Two men in maintenance uniforms were dismantling the main server. They held up their IDs, and before the investigator had even looked at them, Gianna was already walking toward them. "You came in with Luca the night of the gala. Were you also the ones who deleted my messages?"She deliberately raised her voice to draw their attention. The two men exchanged a look. One moved toward her while the other reached behind the server. Dante stopped the second man and told him to step away from the equipment. While







