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CHAPTER 6
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2026-08-13 20:11:33
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THE DRIVERNICO’S POVOne witness wouldn’t be enough. Nico knew that.The housekeeper had given him something, but not enough to take to Salvatore. A woman who’d been dismissed without a letter, who claimed she held no grudge, and who remembered seeing a man place his hand on his son’s shoulder. Salvatore would listen, ask a few questions, and want something more solid.Nico needed someone who had been there. Someone who could confirm what happened after the boy left the house.He needed the driver.A black car waiting at the back gate before sunrise hadn’t appeared there by chance. Someone had arranged it. Someone had been paid to collect a passenger and keep his mouth shut. Nico knew the sort of men who took those jobs. There were only so many garages in the city willing to provide cars without asking where they were going or who would be riding in them.He started making calls.The first man he visited was Pellegrino, who ran two cars from a garage near the freight yards. Nico spen
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THE HOUSEKEEPERNICO’S POVThe Rossi townhouse wasn’t difficult to get into. Nico noticed that almost immediately.The lock on the kitchen door was old, and the back garden was left unattended for most of the day. There were no guards stationed at the entrance, no cameras he could see. For a family that had once been so particular about who crossed its threshold, the place was surprisingly easy to approach.But he wasn’t interested in breaking into the house. Not yet.He wanted to speak to someone who had lived there long enough to know what went on behind closed doors.It took him four days to find her.The cook had died earlier that year, and the old gardener refused to speak to anyone outside the family. The housekeeper was different. Her name was Ines, and she’d worked for the Rossis for twenty-two years before Corrado dismissed her the week before the wedding.She lived in a rented room above a shoe repair shop on Via Calda. Nico found her there on a Wednesday afternoon.He went
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THE LAMPSALVATORE’S POVHis uncle’s voice came back sometime around midnight.You’re letting him walk about the grounds.Salvatore sat behind his desk, staring at a column of figures he’d been trying to make sense of for the better part of an hour. He picked up his pen, checked the numbers again, then put it down.The gate kept coming back to him.The boy standing by the hedge, one hand pressed over his mouth. The colour draining from his face when he’d seen what was happening. And then, of all things, telling the guards he’d been carrying bread rolls.Salvatore had almost laughed at that.Almost.A man who dismissed a baker’s boy as harmless was a man who could get someone killed. He knew that. He’d spent most of his life making sure the people around him knew it too.But when the guard had raised his hand, Salvatore had wanted him to be wrong.That’s how it starts, his uncle said. You allow one thing, then another. Before long, you don’t know where to draw the line.He remembered b
The mafia king’s substitute husband CHAPTER 138
THE GATEELIAN’S POVI was sitting in the garden, reading, when I heard voices coming from the front gate.At first, I paid no attention. The guards argued with delivery men from time to time. It was usually nothing worth getting involved in. But there was something about this one that made me look up.A man was speaking in a low, impatient voice. I couldn’t make out everything he was saying, but I heard the same question several times.Who sent you?I put my book aside and walked towards the hedge. There was a small opening between the branches that gave me a clear view of the driveway.One of the guards had a young boy pressed against the gatepost. He looked about seventeen or eighteen. A cardboard bakery box sat on the ground beside him, its lid half open. Several bread rolls had fallen out and were scattered across the gravel.“Who sent you?” the guard demanded again.“The bakery, sir.” The boy was struggling to speak. “Mrs. Bruno placed the order. I bring it every Thursday.”“Not
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RECORDSNICO’S POVI’ve kept a notebook for as long as I’ve worked for Salvatore. Fifteen years, to be exact.I write down things people overlook. Who owes money, who avoids certain conversations, disagreements. Anything that might become useful later.It’s part of my job to notice things.Salvatore knows about the notebooks. He’s never asked to read them, and I’ve never offered.The morning after the vase broke, I opened a fresh page.I was in the kitchen at six, finishing my coffee, when Marta walked in carrying a cardboard box. Her eyes were red, and she looked as though she’d spent most of the night awake.I glanced at the box.“What’s that?”“The pieces of the vase, sir.”I put my cup down.“Why are you keeping them?”“Mr. Moretti told me to.”She adjusted her grip on the box.“He said I could keep my job too.”I looked at her properly.“Were you expecting to lose it?”She hesitated before telling me what had happened. The vase had slipped from her hands, and Elian had come into
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THE VASESALVATORE’S POVBy the time Salvatore reaches the east hall, the vase is already in pieces.He stops at the foot of the stairs.It is the blue one, the tall porcelain vase that has stood against the east wall for as long as he can remember. His mother’s sister brought it back from one of her travels years ago. It has survived generations of housekeepers, servants, and children. No one has ever been allowed to touch it without permission.Now it’s scattered across the floor.Marta, the youngest of the maids, stands beside the mess with a dustpan in her hands. She looks close to tears.Elian is standing next to her.“What happened?”They both turn towards him. Marta looks ready to speak, but Elian gets there first.“I broke it.”Salvatore looks at him.“You did?”“Yes. I wasn’t paying attention. I walked too close to the table and knocked it over with my elbow.” He lifts his arm slightly. “I’m sorry. I know it was important.”Salvatore looks at the table.It’s against the wall,
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