Chapter 6 - THE WOMAN BEHIND EVERYTHING
We found my mother in Wisconsin.
She was living under another name.
For nine years, everyone had believed she was buried.
She wasn't.
She was sitting beside a lake when we arrived.
She looked older.
Smaller.
But when she turned and saw me, her eyes were exactly the same.
“Dominic.”
I stood several feet away.
“You're alive.”
“Yes.”
“You let me believe you were dead.”
“I had no choice.”
“Everyone has a choice.”
She looked at Daniel.
“You brought him.”
Daniel said nothing.
I stepped closer.
“Did you kill my father?”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Yes.”
The word was almost impossible to hear.
“Why?”
“He was going to kill Daniel.”
I looked at my brother.
“What?”
“Your father discovered Daniel was planning to leave the organization.”
She wiped her eyes.
“He believed betrayal deserved death.”
“So you killed him first.”
“Yes.”
“Then you disappeared.”
“Yes.”
“And Clara?”
My mother looked away.
“I never ordered the crash.”
“Don't lie.”
“I didn't.”
“Then who did?”
She hesitated.
“Lorenzo Moretti.”
I stared.
“You said he wasn't responsible.”
Daniel spoke.
“Moretti ordered the hit.”
My mother nodded.
“But he didn't know Clara was the target.”
“Who was?”
“You.”
I froze.
“What?”
“Moretti wanted you dead.”
My mother looked at me.
“Clara was in the wrong vehicle.”
That explained everything.
But not the message.
Not the warning.
Not the photographs.
Then my mother said:
“Serena intercepted the order.”
I remembered the hospital.
The private room.
Her panic attack.
She had known something.
She had been afraid.
My mother continued.
“She tried to stop Moretti.”
“Why didn't she tell me?”
“Because she was afraid you would kill her.”
That was fair.
I had given her plenty of reasons to believe that.
I returned to Chicago.
Clara was recovering.
She could walk again.
Slowly.
She still needed therapy.
But she was alive.
And I had changed.
I ended things with Serena.
Not cruelly.
Not violently.
I met her once.
She cried.
“I never wanted Clara hurt.”
“I know.”
“I did care about you.”
“I believe you.”
“Do you hate me?”
“No.”
She looked surprised.
“I hate who I became.”
I nodded.
“So do I.”
She left Chicago.
I never saw her again.
Moretti was arrested six months later after federal agents exposed his operation.
My mother surrendered voluntarily.
Daniel testified.
And I dismantled the parts of the organization my father had built through violence.
Some men called me weak.
Others called me stupid.
I didn't care.
For the first time, I had something worth protecting.
Clara.
When she came home, I had changed the house.
No guards inside.
No secret rooms.
No business meetings at the dinner table.
I moved my office to another building.
Clara noticed immediately.
“You did all this?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you once told me our house didn't feel like home.”
She looked around.
“What is it now?”
I smiled.
“Hopefully, a beginning.”
She walked toward me.
Then she stopped.
“You don't have to become someone else for me.”
“I know.”
“Then why?”
“Because I finally became someone I want you to recognize.”
She smiled.
Then she kissed me.
It wasn't passionate.
It wasn't dramatic.
It was better.
It was gentle.
Real.
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And for the first time in years, I didn't feel like I had to earn the moment.
I simply accepted it.
