Chapter 149

Chapter 149


CALESTINO

I pulled my shirt back on, fingers working the remaining buttons slowly. Lorenzo sat on the edge of the bar, watching me with that half-lidded satisfaction that I had never been able to fully hate no matter how hard I tried.

I turned to face him.

"I need something from you," I said.

He tilted his head. "You just had something from me, Cal. You just took my ability to walk."

"I'm serious, Enzo."

The amusement didn't leave his face entirely but it shifted, made room for something more attentive. He crossed his arms and waited.

"I'll help you," I said. "With your father, I mean. I'll help you get to Domenico and I'll help you finish it. Whatever you need from me, I'm ready to do it." I held his gaze steadily. "But I need something in return."

"Name it." He said, groaning as he half glared at me.

"Reina." I kept my voice even. "She's off the table. Whatever you're planning, whatever pressure you think you can apply through her — it stops. Completely. She walks away from all of this untouched. She was never the cause of your problem."

Lorenzo was quiet for a moment.

"She's probably carrying his child," he said.

Something cold moved through my chest. Just how much does this bastard even know? "How do you know that?"

He smiled. "I know everything that happens inside that building, Cal. I've had eyes in there for months." He pushed off the bar and moved toward the window, looking out at the city below. "She's an interesting variable. My father's weakness. His leash."

"She's Paolo's wife," I said. "And she's innocent. She didn't choose any of this."

"Nobody chooses to be collateral damage. It just happens."

"Enzo." I stepped closer. "I'm offering you your father. The man who threw you away. The man who built an empire on your mother's suffering and gave you nothing. I'm offering you everything you came back for." I paused. "Reina is not part of that. Neither is Paolo."

Lorenzo turned from the window.

"Paolo," he said, the name sitting strange in his mouth. "He got everything I was supposed to have. The name. The position. The life." Something moved across his face — not quite anger, not quite grief, something complicated living between the two. "Do you have any idea what it was like watching from the outside? Knowing our father looked at him every day and saw a son worth keeping?"

"I know," I said quietly.

"He erased my mother and me like we were nothing. Like we had never existed. And Paolo just — lived. Grew up inside everything that should have been mine by birthright." His jaw tightened. "What I did to him — what happened ten years ago—" He stopped. Looked away. "It wasn't right. I know that. I knew it then. But I was nineteen years old and I was so angry I couldn't see past it."

The admission landed quietly between us. I had waited years to hear something close to that.

"Then stop," I said. "You've already done enough damage to that boy to last several lifetimes. He's been carrying what happened every single day. It broke his mother. It broke his sister. It nearly broke him." I moved to stand directly in front of him. "Domenico is your target. He has always been your target. So let me help you get to him. Let Paolo and Reina go. And after it's done—" I held his gaze. "I'll go with you. Wherever you want. With whatever share of the property we can take. We leave and we don't look back."

Lorenzo studied my face for a long moment.

I watched him turn it over. Weighing it. Testing the edges of it.

Then slowly, deliberately, he extended his hand.

"Deal," he said. "Domenico dies. The property gets split. Reina and Paolo are left alone." His fingers closed around mine. "And you come with me. You will also bring your daughter in to live with us, I want to be her parent, too."

I shook it. "As long as you don't go back on your words. I'll definitely do what you want."

The relief that moved through me was complicated and guilty and I didn't have time to examine it because my phone buzzed against my thigh.

I pulled it out.

A text. From the number I had saved under no name — the guard I had planted inside Domenico's building eight months ago at great personal cost.

" Something happening here boss. Orders came down from the top. Find Elisa. Bring her back or put her down. Those were the exact words. Also he has the wife locked in the building. Won't let her leave. Situation looks bad. You need to come. "

I read it twice.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees.

Lorenzo watched my face. "What?"

Before I could answer my phone buzzed again. This time a call. Paolo's name on the screen. I could hear it in the way the phone vibrated frantic, urgent, the rhythm of someone hitting redial.

I looked at Lorenzo.

He looked at the phone.

I answered.

"Paolo—"

"Calestino." His voice came through the line completely wrecked. Breathing wrong. Too fast, too shallow, the sound of a man standing at the very edge of himself. "Where is she. Where is Reina. Her aunt called me and I need you to tell me right now that she's okay. Tell me she's okay."

I closed my eyes for half a second.

And made the calculation.

Lorenzo needed his father destroyed and would burn everything in his path to get there. Reina's secret needed to stay buried long enough to protect her from the explosion that was coming. And Paolo — Paolo was already driving blind through the city with his hands shaking, and a half truth was the only thing that would get him moving in the right direction fast enough to matter.

Sometimes protecting people required breaking them first.

"Listen to me," I said. My voice came out steady. Controlled. A voice I didn't entirely recognize as my own. "I need you to stay calm and I need you to keep driving. Can you do that?"

"What happened to her—"

"Your father has her." I said it quickly, cleanly, like removing a bandage. "He has Reina locked in his building and he's given the order to find Elisa and... Kill order on your sister." I stopped. Let the weight of it land. "It's bad, Paolo. You need to get there."

Silence on the line.

Then: "What do you mean he has her. Why would he—"

"He's been forcing himself on her ever since you were away for your tasks." The lie tasted like ash but I kept my voice flat. Factual. Convincing the way only things delivered without emotion can be convincing. "For a while now, he's been forcing himself on Reina and threatened to kill you if she told you about it. And she's pregnant, Paolo. She's carrying his child. He took her because he doesn't want her to tell you. He wants to control what happens next and he might hurt her is she doesn't do his bidding."

The silence that followed was the worst kind.

Total. Absolute. The silence of something shattering so completely there wasn't even the sound of it falling.

"Paolo." My voice dropped. "Are you still there?"

Nothing.

Then the call was still connected but I could hear only breathing. Ragged. Uneven. The sound of a man whose entire world had just been reorganized around a single devastating truth.

"Get to the building," I said quietly. "I'll meet you there."

I hung up.

Lorenzo was watching me from across the room with an expression I couldn't fully read. Something between approval and something older and sadder underneath it.

"Two birds," he said quietly.

I said nothing.

I pocketed my phone and picked up my jacket from the floor and walked toward the elevator. My chest felt like something had been removed from it without anesthesia — clean and terrible and irreversible.

I had just handed Paolo the truth wrapped in a lie.

I had protected Reina's secret by destroying her marriage with a version of events that was close enough to real to be believed and different enough from it to serve everyone's purpose at once.

And I had pointed Paolo directly at his father like a loaded gun.

Domenico Gravano had no idea what was coming through his doors tonight.