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I can’t trust Manny forever. No one ever trusts anyone in this dirty business.
I park opposite the new warehouse on Third Avenue downtown and stare at the building. It looks like a barber’s shop from the outside. It has one hell of a storage room in its basement.
‘Rye Haircut’ is boldly written on the placard attached to the top front of the building. We haven’t started full operations in it as I await a new supplier.
I had stationed one of my men at the salon to look after the building and make it appear like a regular shop. I can hear music playing from the inside with customers strolling into the shop. I plan to only have work done here at night when the shop is closed.
I dial Daniel’s number again. He didn’t pick up the first time I called. And he’s not answering now either.
We haven’t been around each other a lot in the past few days. After finding those pictures of his mother and L’Uomo, I had to burn them all so he never finds out. I’m only protecting all of us.
Mother still has no idea I found them. Father isn’t the only one good at keeping secrets.
I still struggle to believe Madre would do such. She was always so close to Daniel’s mom—our families were.
Kristev hasn’t gotten back to me yet about Daniel’s mother’s name. She might just be Brielle Dankworth, whom we were searching for. Daniel mustn’t learn of any of this. I have to make sure he doesn’t.
I put the car in drive to revisit my father’s house again. I want to be sure no evidence is left around the house.
Daniel already believes his mother was shot by a rival mafia, and that’s what he has to keep believing. I hate to keep the truth from him. But I would rather have him still believe a lie than hate me and lose him forever.
I honk as I arrive at the house. An eye peeps through a hole to see who it is.
The gate opens with two guards holding each side. I drive through the gate and park my car under the car shade.
More guards are by the front door while others are walking around the building.
The grass is neatly trimmed and its smell is still in the air as I come out of the car.
I stare at the house, the morning sun almost blinding. It doesn’t only hold memories I want so hard to forget, but secrets I have to take to the grave.
The two-story building has a traditional architecture to it.
I walk to the entrance, greeted by the guards stationed there.
The living room is empty as I walk into it. “Madre,” I call, but don’t get a response.
In my old room, I tear open the drawers and wardrobe doors for anything else. My phone starts to ring and I grab it from my pocket to answer the call.
“Kristev,” I murmur as I slide the icon to answer the call. “What did you find?”
“She had her father’s name replaced with her husband’s before she died.”
“Just fucking say it.”
“Barbara De Carlo Mateo.”
I cut the call and take the stairs to my father’s office. I search the documents again, gathering all the ones that show transactions with the initials B.D. I stare at them, all dating back to before Daniel’s mother died.
“Barbara De Carlo Mateo,” I whisper. “B.D.”
Shit. Brielle Dankworth isn’t her real name.
“Alessandro?” I hear Mother calling outside the door.
I hurriedly return the documents back into the compartment underneath the table.
“Madre,” I answer, walking to the door.
