Chapter 16 - The Man from Palermo
Silvio called the protection team.
The children were immediately moved inside.
Nobody had breached the property.
But someone had reached a nearby rooftop.
That was enough.
Silvio knew the message came from Nico Ventresca.
His investigator found immigration records.
Nico entered the United States four days earlier.
Four days.
Before the children were locked in the SUV.
That meant Voss had called him before his own arrest.
Voss had expected everything to collapse.
He had prepared revenge in advance.
Silvio reviewed the old Palermo case file.
For the first time in twelve years, he studied every frame.
The official surveillance showed Carlo charging Arturo with a knife.
Silvio intervened.
Carlo fell.
The forged clip made it appear that Carlo had been standing still.
But the original file contained something else.
A man in the background.
Nico.
Watching from behind a loading crane.
Silvio paused the frame.
Nico had seen everything.
He knew Carlo attacked first.
So why revenge Silvio?
The answer came from an old witness statement.
Carlo and Nico had been partners in a smuggling operation.
Carlo’s death collapsed their network.
Nico blamed Silvio not because he believed Carlo innocent.
He blamed Silvio because Carlo’s death destroyed his power.
At 8:15 p.m., the protection house lost internet.
At 8:17, electricity failed.
Silvio’s men switched to backup power.
At 8:18, a drone appeared above the roof.
Security shot it down.
It carried no weapon.
Only a speaker.
Nico’s voice played through it.
“Silvio.”
“You can keep hiding them.”
“But children hate cages.”
Silvio listened from his vehicle two miles away.
Nico continued.
“Sooner or later, they ask to go outside.”
“Sooner or later, someone opens a door.”
Silvio looked at his head of security.
“He wants us scared.”
“We are.”
“Good.”
The man looked at him.
“Good?”
“Fear makes people predictable only when they hide from it.”
Silvio opened the car door.
“We’re moving the children.”
“Where?”
“Somewhere Nico won’t expect.”
The estate.
His father’s mansion.
The place where the entire conspiracy began.
His security chief stared at him.
“That’s the first place he’ll watch.”
“Exactly.”
Two hours later, a decoy convoy left the protection house.
Nico’s surveillance followed.
The real children left through an underground medical service route in a delivery truck.
By midnight, Ethan and Mia were back inside the Moretti estate.
Silvio sat with them in the library.
Ethan looked exhausted.
“Are we always going to have guards now?”
“No.”
“When will it stop?”
Silvio looked at him.
“When the adults who did this can’t hurt you anymore.”
Mia whispered.
“Is Aunt Lucinda bad?”
Silvio did not answer quickly.
Children deserved truth.
But not cruelty.
“She made bad choices.”
“Does she love us?”
Silvio looked toward the doorway.
Lucinda stood there under guard.
Her eyes filled.
Silvio answered carefully.
“I think she does.”
Mia looked at Lucinda.
“Then why did she leave us in the car?”
Lucinda broke.
Not theatrically.
Not loudly.
She simply sank into a chair and covered her mouth.
“I was wrong.”
Mia stared at her.
Lucinda cried.
“I was so wrong.”
Then a window exploded.
Silvio threw himself over the children.
A metal canister rolled across the library floor.
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Smoke began pouring out.
And from somewhere outside, Nico Ventresca finally entered the Moretti estate.
