Chapter 7 - Silas Kidnapped My Mother to Force Me Into His Trap—But Lorenzo Did Something Nobody Expected
Warehouse 18 was waiting.
We entered before midnight.
Lorenzo's men surrounded the building.
I stayed beside him.
Inside, everything was empty.
Too empty.
Then the lights came on.
Silas stood on the second floor.
My mother was beside him.
Alive.
Terrified.
“Clara.”
I stepped forward.
“Mom.”
Silas smiled.
“Come closer.”
Lorenzo blocked me.
“No.”
Silas laughed.
“You're still pretending you can control this.”
“You don't.”
Silas pointed a gun at my mother.
“I control everything.”
Lorenzo looked at me.
I shook my head.
“Don't.”
He nodded.
Then did something I never expected.
He put his weapon on the ground.
Silas stared.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you what you want.”
He walked forward.
No weapon.
No threat.
Just Lorenzo.
The most feared man in Chicago walking into a trap with empty hands.
“Stop,” I whispered.
He looked back once.
“Trust me.”
Silas ordered him to kneel.
Lorenzo did.
Then Silas looked at me.
“The ledger.”
I held it up.
“Come get it.”
He smiled.
“Smart.”
I walked forward.
My mother shook her head.
“Don't.”
I reached the center.
Silas grabbed the ledger.
Then he smiled.
“Thank you.”
I stepped back.
“Now release my mother.”
He laughed.
“Of course.”
But he didn't.
Instead, the lights went out.
Gunfire erupted.
Lorenzo moved.
The entire warehouse exploded into chaos.
His men rushed from hidden positions.
Silas disappeared.
Arthur Delacroix appeared on the upper balcony.
He shouted:
“You're too late!”
I realized the ledger had been a decoy.
The real evidence wasn't the book.
It was in my memory.
The Blue Room wasn't a physical room.
It was an encrypted account accessible only by a family phrase.
My father had used me as the key.
The phrase came from a childhood lullaby.
I suddenly remembered.
A song my father sang every night.
Lorenzo looked at me.
“What?”
“The words.”
“What words?”
“The lullaby.”
I whispered them.
His eyes widened.
Matteo ran toward us.
“Boss.”
“The system just activated.”
A laptop screen lit up.
Accounts appeared.
Transfers.
Names.
Recordings.
Everything.
The network had opened.
We had evidence.
Thousands of files.
Silas realized too late.
“No!”
He ran.
Lorenzo chased him.
I followed.
They reached the rooftop.
Silas aimed his weapon.
Lorenzo stopped.
“You're done.”
Silas laughed.
“Not yet.”
He turned toward me.
“He doesn't know the truth.”
“What truth?”
Silas smiled.
“Ask your mother who your father really was.”
I looked down.
My mother stood behind me.
Her face was white.
“Mom?”
She started crying.
“Clara.”
“What is he talking about?”
Lorenzo looked at her.
“Tell her.”
My mother closed her eyes.
“Your father wasn't Daniel Vance.”
Silence.
“What?”
“Your father was…”
She couldn't say it.
Silas did.
“Marco Moretti.”
Lorenzo froze.
His younger brother.
The brother everyone believed died before Lorenzo took over the family.
I stared.
“That's impossible.”
My mother nodded.
“I loved Daniel.”
“But Marco?”
“He was your biological father.”
Lorenzo looked at me.
I looked at him.
That explained everything.
My blood.
The ledger.
The key.
The account.
The reason my father had been targeted.
I was a Moretti heir.
Silas smiled.
“You see?”
“She's connected to the Morettis by blood.”
He pointed at Lorenzo.
“And you never knew your own niece was sitting at your table.”
Lorenzo's expression broke for the first time.
Not fear.
Shock.
Then something else.
Protectiveness.
He looked at me.
“Clara.”
I stepped back.
“You're my...”
“Niece,” he whispered.
I covered my mouth.
Everything changed.
The bruises.
The diner.
The mansion.
The way he had looked at me.
None of it was what I thought.
But Silas had made one mistake.
He believed blood made me property.
Lorenzo knew better.
He stepped toward me.
“You don't owe me anything.”
I cried.
He continued.
“Not loyalty.”
“Not the family.”
“Not the name.”
“You choose who you are.”
Then my mother whispered:
“Marco's death was not an accident.”
Lorenzo looked at her.
“Who killed him?”
She turned.
Toward Silas.
Silas smiled.
Then disappeared over the edge of the rooftop.
Lorenzo ran.
But Silas had escaped.
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My mother's voice broke.
“He was working for Arthur.”
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