Chapter 9 - Leo's Last Night
The answer was hidden inside a cassette tape.
Thomas remembered it after midnight.
“Antonio gave me a recording,” he said.
They had returned to the Lake Forest house after Evelyn was examined by doctors.
She was physically unharmed.
Emotionally exhausted.
Mia refused to leave her side.
Gabriel stood near the fireplace while Thomas searched through a small leather bag.
“There.”
He removed an old microcassette.
Dean found a player in storage.
Nobody spoke as the tape began.
Antonio Costa's voice filled the room.
Older.
Tired.
“Thomas, if something happens tonight, you take Evelyn and the child.”
Another voice.
Thomas, younger.
“What did Vincent do?”
“He moved against Gabriel.”
“Then call Gabriel.”
“I can't.”
“Why?”
“Because Leo already took his car.”
Gabriel closed his eyes.
Antonio continued.
“I tried to stop Vincent. Parker gave him the route before I knew what they were planning.”
Thomas cursed on the recording.
Then Antonio said something nobody expected.
“If Leo dies, the family ends with Gabriel.”
Thomas answered, “No.”
A pause.
“He has a daughter.”
Antonio went silent.
On the recording, Thomas explained.
Leo.
Evelyn.
The baby.
Chloe.
When Antonio spoke again, his voice had changed.
“My granddaughter?”
“Yes.”
Another long silence.
Then:
“Get them out.”
“What about Leo?”
“I'll find him.”
The recording ended.
Gabriel stared at the machine.
His father had not ordered the murder.
He had failed to stop it.
A different kind of guilt.
But not betrayal.
Thomas sat heavily.
“He spent the rest of his life trying to protect you without revealing Chloe.”
Gabriel looked at him.
“Why didn't he tell me?”
“Because Vincent stayed close.”
“I could have protected her.”
“You were twenty-two and furious.”
Gabriel's jaw tightened.
“I wasn't a child.”
“No.”
Thomas met his eyes.
“You were worse. You were a grieving Costa.”
The room went still.
Gabriel looked away.
Chloe watched him absorb yet another truth about the dead.
Nobody in this story had been completely innocent.
Leo had betrayed Thomas by sleeping with Evelyn.
Evelyn had hidden Chloe.
Thomas had protected a lie.
Antonio had protected an empire.
Gabriel had inherited violence.
Dean had inherited his father's shame.
And Chloe had inherited all of them.
She was tired of inheritance.
The next morning she found Gabriel alone in the kitchen.
He was making coffee.
Badly.
“You own a diner-grade espresso machine,” she said.
“I don't know how to use it.”
“That may be the most offensive thing I've learned about you.”
He handed her a cup.
She tasted it.
“Terrible.”
“I said I don't know how.”
“You could learn.”
“So teach me.”
The simplicity surprised her.
She stepped beside him.
“This.”
She adjusted the grinder.
“Then this.”
He watched.
Too closely.
She became suddenly aware of the small distance between them.
Then she remembered.
Uncle.
Technically.
She stepped away so quickly she almost laughed at herself.
Gabriel noticed.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You looked horrified.”
“Family tree problem.”
He understood.
Then laughed.
A real laugh.
Chloe stared.
“What?”
“I've never seen you do that.”
“Do what?”
“Laugh without threatening someone afterward.”
“I do it occasionally.”
“Should mark the calendar.”
Their relationship had shifted after the truth about Leo.
Not romantic.
That possibility had evaporated the moment they learned their connection.
What remained was stranger.
Protective.
Combative.
Almost sibling-like despite the age difference.
Gabriel looked at her the way a man might look at something precious his brother had accidentally left behind.
Chloe didn't hate it.
She had spent her whole life without extended family.
Now she had more than she knew what to do with.
Thomas entered.
“You make terrible coffee.”
Gabriel glared.
“Apparently everybody has an opinion.”
Thomas smiled.
For one moment, the past felt less dangerous.
Then Dean walked in.
“Vincent is cooperating.”
Gabriel's expression hardened.
“With the FBI?”
“Selective cooperation.”
“Meaning?”
“He'll give them financial operations, corrupt officials, trafficking routes.”
“In exchange for?”
“Protection.”
Gabriel laughed coldly.
“He won't survive long enough to enjoy it.”
Dean looked at him carefully.
“Gabriel.”
“What?”
“This is the part where you decide what kind of man you want to be.”
Chloe looked at Dean.
He continued.
“If you order anything against Vincent now, federal investigators will assume every promise you're making about dismantling the organization is theater.”
Gabriel stared at him.
“You're lecturing me.”
“Yes.”
“Your father betrayed mine.”
Dean's face tightened.
“Yes.”
The words hung there.
Gabriel immediately regretted them.
Dean nodded.
“Exactly why I'm saying it.”
He left.
Chloe waited.
“You owe him an apology.”
Gabriel gave her a look.
“Don't.”
“You do.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you staring at me?”
“Because suddenly everyone in my house is morally superior.”
Thomas raised his hand.
“Not me.”
Chloe almost smiled.
That afternoon, Gabriel met federal prosecutors.
He offered cooperation.
Not immunity.
Cooperation.
He agreed to surrender financial records, identify criminal assets, dissolve illicit operations and testify against Vincent.
In return, prosecutors would separate legitimate Costa companies from criminal enterprises and protect employees who had no involvement.
Chloe's trust would receive only verified legitimate assets.
No blood money.
No trafficking funds.
No extortion proceeds.
When Gabriel told her, she stared.
“You could go to prison.”
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
“I don't know.”
“You agreed anyway?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
He looked toward Mia playing in the garden.
“Because she should never have to ask what kind of business bought her birthday presents.”
Chloe's throat tightened.
“My father would have liked you.”
Gabriel looked away.
“He did.”
“You remember?”
“All brothers like each other eventually.”
“That sounds fake.”
“It is.”
She smiled.
That evening, Gabriel apologized to Dean.
Poorly.
Dean accepted.
Also poorly.
It was apparently how men in their world handled affection.
Three days later Vincent's bomb maker confirmed everything.
Vincent had ordered Leo's death.
Parker had provided Gabriel's route.
Leo had unknowingly taken Gabriel's car.
Antonio learned about the attack minutes too late.
Thomas tried to warn Leo.
Nobody reached him in time.
The truth was finally complete.
But truth did not end danger.
It rearranged it.
Vincent still had loyal men outside custody.
And one of them had disappeared with a list of witnesses cooperating against him.
At the top were three names.
Thomas Vance.
Gabriel Costa.
Chloe Mercer.
At the bottom, handwritten in red, was a fourth.
May you like
Mia Mercer.
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