Chapter 17 - The Heartbreaking Confession Behind The Elaborate Fake Death
Seated safely inside the back of the armored SUV as it sped away from downtown Manhattan, Isabella finally explained the harrowing truth.
“They intercepted my car on the bridge,” Isabella told Lorenzo, holding a warm cup of coffee provided by Mason. “They had files proving they corrupted half the federal judges in our district.”
“They told me if I didn't fake my death and sign over our holdings, they would slaughter you and everyone at the estate,” she continued, her voice trembling.
“So you walked away into the dark alone to protect me,” Lorenzo said, taking her cold hand in his.
“I had no choice,” she whispered, looking into his eyes. “I lived in that abandoned boxcar for weeks, surviving on what Bruno could scavenge from the freight yards.”
“You’re never running alone again,” Lorenzo promised fiercely, pulling her head against his shoulder.
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“What about the Marinos syndicate?” Mason asked from the front passenger seat, turning around with a tablet in his hand.
“We dismantled their primary funding source today,” Lorenzo replied coldly. “And tonight, we finish the rest of them.”
