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When Vaughn arrived after getting wind of what happened, he, his wife, and a close attorney friend of theirs knew what kind of a life Angelo and Gia had been rescuing me from, and what they had to do to save me from that life.
Money was palmed where it had to be. The EMT who found my pulse “un-found” it, and changed the paperwork when his school loans were miraculously paid off.
So Bruno Carveli died from blunt force trauma to the body and head, at the age of six.
And Alistair Black was brought into a different family, and shown love.
What I’m holding is the very last shred of physical evidence that ties me to the boy I once was, and the crime family whose bloodline I’ve just ended.
Without another thought, I hand it to Eloise.
“You do it.”
She smiles at me, her eyes twinkling. With a flick of her wrist it goes into the fire, and I watch it curl to ash.
“You understand, of course,” Gabriel growls, glaring at Charles and Caroline, “that if you ever speak of this?—”
“W-we won’t!” Caroline stammers, looking pale. “I swear to God!” She turns to me with a panicked look on her face. “I swear, we’ll never tell a soul!”
“Indeed. I…” Charles clears his throat, eying me. “I’m aware of what you’re capable of, Alistair.”
I start to chuckle.
“You’re worried about what I would do to you?”
I grin.
“You’re not getting this, Charles. The Carveli family still has a few guys out there. Sure, the other Commission families are hunting them down, but a few will manage to stay hidden. And if you spill any of this, Charles,” I growl. “And it gets back to them?” I shrug. “I mean, they’ll probably come for me, first…”
Charles looks confused.
Here comes the right hook.
“But I’ve prepared documents stating unequivocally that it was you who killed Luca Carveli. You were in Paris when it happened, after all.”
Charles’ eyes widen. “I was in Zurich!”
“Zurich’s not even a ninety-minute flight from Paris,” Gabriel mutters with a shrug of his good shoulder.
“If anything happens to me in the way of retribution from the Carveli family, Charles,” I growl, “that information becomes public. And I don’t believe the remaining Carveli men, who, by-the-by, liked Luca a lot more than they liked his son, will enjoy hearing that on the eleven o’clock news.”
Charles swallows hard. “You have my word. This never gets spoken about again.”
“Wonderful,” I say amiably. “Which brings us to the best part.”
I nod to Taylor, who opens a file folder and sets it down on the desk by the window.
“Try as I might, Charles—and trust me, I’ve tried,” I sigh. “I can’t stomach sentencing my own grandfather to die in prison.”
“Now, listen, Alistair?—”
“It would behoove you, Charles,” I mutter, “to shut the fuck up right now.”
His mouth snaps shut.
“You’re out. Done. Finito.”
His brow furrows. “With?”
