Chapter 11 - The Boy Who Had My EyesWe found him in an underground room.
He was eight years old.
Quiet.
Skinny.
Terrified.
When Elena entered, he stared at her.
“Mom?”
She collapsed.
The boy ran into her arms.
I couldn't speak.
Lucia joined them.
The twins stared at each other.
Then Lucia smiled.
“You look like me.”
The boy nodded.
“My name is Marco.”
I knelt.
“I'm Adriano.”
He studied me.
“Are you my father?”
I swallowed.
“Yes.”
He didn't move.
Then he asked the question that destroyed me.
“Why didn't you come?”
I couldn't lie.
“I thought you were dead.”
He looked at Elena.
“Mommy said you were looking for us.”
“I was.”
“For eight years?”
“For every day.”
He finally stepped forward.
I hugged my son.
The feeling was indescribable.
But the moment didn't last.
Gunfire erupted upstairs.
Moretti was escaping.
We chased him.
He reached the helicopter.
Before boarding, he shouted:
“You think you've won?”
I looked at the evidence in Victor's hands.
“We have.”
He smiled.
“Then open the final file.”
He threw a USB drive.
We opened it.
Inside was footage of my entire organization.
Every crime.
Every murder.
Every secret.
And the final video showed me giving an order to kill seven people.
Except I had never given that order.
My face had been digitally manipulated.
Moretti planned to destroy me with my own face.
But there was one mistake.
The recording showed the silver wolf ring.
And the ring was on the wrong hand.
Elena noticed.
“This isn't you.”
Victor smiled.
“That's enough.”
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We had proof.
Moretti's empire was about to fall.
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