Chapter 5 - Storage Unit 317 Held My Husband’s Final Message—and a List of Names That Made Twelve Mafia Families Turn Against One AnotherStorage Unit 317 was located beneath an abandoned train station.
Alessandro brought six guards.
I carried Emma.
Marco was brought separately.
The unit opened with the brass key.
Inside was almost nothing.
One chair.
One suitcase.
One old tape recorder.
And a red box.
I opened the suitcase.
Inside were photographs.
Receipts.
Bank statements.
Names.
Every name belonged to someone powerful.
I found Marco's name.
Then Vivian's father's.
Then three mafia bosses.
Then a judge.
Then a police commissioner.
My hands trembled.
“This is everyone.”
Alessandro nodded.
“No.”
He turned the page.
“This is everyone who was compromised.”
I stared.
“What about the traitor?”
He pointed to a blank space.
“Your husband never wrote the name.”
The tape recorder clicked.
Daniel's voice played.
“If you're listening, you've found the storage unit.”
I cried silently.
“Clara, I need you to understand something.”
“Don't trust anyone.”
“Not me.”
“Not the police.”
“Not the Moretti family.”
“Especially not the man closest to Alessandro.”
Alessandro's eyes moved toward Marco.
The recording continued.
“The traitor has access to everything.”
“He knows where the money moves.”
“He knows where the weapons go.”
“He knows which judges are bought.”
“He knows which families are fighting.”
Then Daniel whispered:
“And he has a daughter.”
The recording stopped.
Everyone stared at me.
“A daughter?”
Marco's face went pale.
Alessandro looked at him.
“Do you have a daughter?”
Marco said nothing.
One of the guards answered.
“Boss, Marco has no children.”
Then a gunshot came from outside.
The window shattered.
Alessandro pushed me to the ground.
Bullets tore through the storage unit.
His men returned fire.
I covered Emma's body.
She screamed.
Then someone grabbed my arm.
I turned.
Marco.
He pulled me behind the concrete wall.
“Stay down.”
“You're protecting me?”
“Your husband asked me to.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
Marco's expression cracked.
“Daniel knew.”
“Knew what?”
“That I wasn't the traitor.”
Alessandro heard him.
“Then who is?”
Marco looked at him.
“Your fiancée.”
Vivian.
Silence.
Marco continued.
“She has been working for the Black Serpent for eight years.”
Alessandro looked devastated.
“No.”
“Yes.”
Marco pulled a second photograph from his coat.
Vivian.
Standing beside a man I had never seen.
Behind them was the Black Serpent symbol.
Alessandro stared at the image.
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Then he whispered:
“She killed Daniel.”
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