Chapter 7 - Alessandro Walked Into His Own Private Bank and Found Matteo Waiting With the Missing Judge’s Ledger, Proving the Betrayal Was Designed to Destroy More Than One ManThe bank was closed.
Lights off.
Security active.
Alessandro entered through the private entrance.
I stayed with Emma in a protected room.
The cameras showed the vault.
Matteo was there.
Standing beside a safe.
Alessandro approached.
“You always did love dramatic entrances.”
Matteo smiled.
“You came.”
“Of course.”
“You brought the woman.”
“No.”
“Then where is she?”
“Safe.”
Matteo looked amused.
“You're becoming predictable.”
Alessandro stared.
“You killed four people.”
“They were obstacles.”
“You stole from me.”
“I borrowed.”
“You tried to frame me.”
“I tried to replace you.”
Silence.
Alessandro asked:
“Why?”
Matteo laughed.
“Because your father promised me the empire.”
“I never heard that.”
“He told me privately.”
“Convenient.”
Matteo's expression hardened.
“You had everything.”
“I earned it.”
“You inherited it.”
“I protected it.”
“You stole it.”
Alessandro stepped closer.
“You were my brother.”
“And now I'm your enemy.”
Matteo opened the safe.
Inside was the missing judge's ledger.
Names.
Payments.
Orders.
Everything.
He held it up.
“This destroys your entire family.”
Alessandro smiled.
“That was never my biggest concern.”
“What is?”
He looked toward the camera.
“You don't get to hurt innocent people anymore.”
Matteo laughed.
“Since when do you care?”
“Since I met a six-year-old girl who returned $10,000 that wasn't hers.”
Matteo's face changed.
“You think a child can save you?”
“No.”
Alessandro looked directly at the camera.
“She already did.”
Then the vault doors opened.
Federal agents entered.
Matteo had been recorded.
Every word.
Every confession.
The ledger was seized.
Thirty-two arrests followed.
The conspiracy collapsed.
But Matteo wasn't finished.
Before being taken away, he looked toward the camera.
He smiled.
“You still don't know who started it.”
Alessandro's expression changed.
“Who?”
Matteo said one name.
“Luca.”
His father.
Dead twelve years.
I felt cold.
The money.
The accounts.
May you like
The promise.
Everything might have started with Alessandro's father.
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