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Chapter 38: What She Kept
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2026-04-24 22:16:43
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Lucas pov The door was closed. The house was quiet. My men had gone back to their positions and the kitchen was behind me and the hallway was empty and I was standing in it doing nothing which was not something I did. I always had a next move. The next move was the only thing that kept everything from collapsing into itself. Right now I didn't have one. That irritated me more than anything else so I went back to the kitchen and sat at the table and opened my phone. Seventeen things. Calls that needed returning, messages from Ferrante about the restructuring, two family heads requesting contact, a report on Silvio's condition. Seventeen things that needed my attention and I stared at none of them. I was angry. That was the thing I kept arriving at. Angry at Dante Romano for standing in that room and lying to every family head in the syndicate with a straight face and an empty case. Angry at Isabella's mother for running an operation inside my territory like I was a landscape to
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Nobody spoke. The road was empty in both directions and the morning was cold and we were just three people standing on the wrong side of a checkpoint with nothing arranged and nowhere to be and the car that had brought us here was already gone. I started walking. Not toward anything. Just forward. My father came up beside me after a few minutes. I heard him before I saw him, his footsteps adjusting to match mine, and he said something about finding a town, about next steps, about practical things that needed to be addressed. I kept walking. He said my name. I kept walking. He fell back eventually. I heard my mother say something to him quietly behind me and then just their footsteps and mine and the road and the cold morning air and that was enough. That was all I had room for. We walked for about forty minutes before the town appeared. Small and unremarkable, the kind of place that exists to service the road running through it. A petrol station. A hotel with a sign
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I was still on the bottom stair.The question sat in the room between us and I looked at his face and understood something before I'd fully processed it. He already knew everything. The market. The exit I'd used. Where I'd gone. How long I'd been there. His men were good at their jobs and I'd known that when I went anyway.I came down the last stair and walked into the room.If this was happening it was happening properly. Not from a staircase."Yes," I said. "I lied to you."He looked at me."I'm sorry okay? I went to see my parents. I didn't tell you because you would have come and I needed to go alone." I said. "That's the truth."He said nothing."My mother has the Lions Heart," I said. "My father didn't lose it. She took it from him weeks ago. She's had it the whole time."I said, hoping it'll change something. Something moved in his expression. Fast and controlled."I found that out a day before yesterday," I said. "I came home and I didn't tell you and I know how that looks, b
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I woke up, and he was still there.That was the first thing. Every other morning, he'd been up before me, already somewhere else in the house or already on his phone. This morning, he was just lying there beside me, looking at the ceiling. I watched him for a moment without moving. He turned his head and looked at me. "Heyyy, you're staring," he said stretching a little. "I'm looking," I said. "There's a difference." Something moved at the corner of his mouth. He looked back at the ceiling. We lay there. Neither of us got up. The morning light came in slow through the curtains, and the house was quiet around us, and I couldn't remember the last time I'd been in a bed and felt no urgency to leave it. "Tell me something, hmm, about the café," he said. I looked at him. "What about it." "What was it like?" I thought about it. "Small. Six tables inside, two outside when the weather was good. The owner was a woman named Rosa who came in every morning and tasted the coffe
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The address came through at six in the morning. I read it, memorised it, deleted the message. Then I lay there with my phone face down on my chest and listened to Luca breathing beside me and thought about what I was about to do. He was still asleep when I got up. --- Downstairs the kitchen was quiet and the morning light coming in pale through the window above the sink, and I made coffee and stood at the counter and thought about my mother's word. Alone. Not bring Luca. Not come through his channels. Just me and an address and a decision I'd already made in the dark last night. Luca came down twenty minutes later. He looked at me at the counter and came and took the coffee from my hand and drank from it without asking and handed it back and I looked at him and thought about the address on my deleted messages and felt sick. "You slept well," I said. "Yeah, better than usual," he said. He went to make another cup. We had breakfast. He said something about the architect thing,
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I woke up before him. The room was grey and still, early light coming in thin through the curtains, and for a moment I just lay there and let myself feel the absence of dread. No car to get back into. No road to watch. No mirror to check. Just a room and a bed and the sound of someone breathing beside me. I turned my head. Luca was asleep. Actually asleep. Not the sitting-in-a-chair-by-the-window version I'd seen in every motel and borrowed flat. Properly asleep, on his back, one arm across his chest, his face doing nothing at all. No jaw working through a calculation. No eyes processing a room. Just his face, still, and he looked younger than I'd ever seen him look and I didn't stare but I noticed. I got up quietly and went downstairs. The kitchen was clean and stocked and the morning light came through the window above the sink and I stood in it for a moment and then I made breakfast. Real breakfast. Eggs that weren't Enzo's, toast that wasn't motel bread, coffee that didn't t
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The morning light filtered through the grime- covered windows of the cabin illuminating the room brightly, it didn’t even make we want to stand up from the bed, it just reminded me where I was. I felt the air before I even opened my eyes. It was heavy, still, and impossibly cold.But I wasn't cold.
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I didn't need an alarm clock the next morning. The sun had barely started to turn the sky a pale grey when I heard the heavy boots in the hallway. I stayed on the bed for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling. My encounter with Enzo in the garage had changed things. I realized that thing wasn’t the
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