Chapter 7 - The Mafia Boss Told Me to Stay Inside, So I Did the One Thing He Never ExpectedVincent stood beside the window.
“Stay here.”
“No.”
“Nora.”
“I know this building better than you.”
“I'm not arguing.”
“I am.”
He stared.
Then smiled.
“You're impossible.”
“So I've been told.”
His men took positions.
The cars stopped.
Richard stepped out.
He was elegant.
Older.
Calm.
He looked like a businessman.
Not a murderer.
He entered the bakery alone.
“Vincent.”
“Richard.”
Richard smiled.
“Nora.”
I stepped forward.
“You poisoned my flour.”
“Yes.”
“You kidnapped my mother.”
“Yes.”
“You tried to kill Vincent.”
“No.”
He smiled.
“I wanted to recruit him.”
Vincent laughed.
“You failed.”
Richard looked at me.
“Your father was smarter than mine.”
“What do you want?”
“The memory card.”
“No.”
Richard sighed.
“You have no idea what you're holding.”
“I know enough.”
He stepped closer.
“Give it to me.”
I shook my head.
Then I pressed a button beneath the counter.
The bakery doors locked.
Richard's expression changed.
“What did you do?”
“Closed for the night.”
Vincent looked at me.
I smiled.
“I told you I knew this building.”
The emergency shutters dropped.
Sprinklers activated.
The fire alarm screamed.
Richard's men outside panicked.
Vincent laughed.
“You planned this?”
“Bakers prepare.”
Richard pulled a gun.
Vincent moved faster.
The gun flew across the room.
Richard ran.
But I had already activated the industrial dough mixer.
The machine roared.
He tripped over the cable.
Vincent caught him.
Within seconds, Richard was restrained.
Police sirens approached.
Real police.
The memory card had already been transmitted to federal investigators.
Richard stared at me.
“You think this ends here?”
I looked at him.
“Yes.”
He smiled.
“No.”
He whispered:
“You haven't met the man who hired me.”
Vincent's face changed.
“Who?”
Richard laughed.
“Your father.”
Silence.
Vincent stepped closer.
“My father is dead.”
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Richard smiled.
“So you were told.”
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