Chapter 3 - The Ghost of Palermo
The private dining room fell dead silent except for Marco's painful groans. The other associates immediately threw their hands into the air, backing away from the mahogany table in pure terror.
Alexander walked over to Marco, kicking his fallen weapon across the floor. He stepped on Marco's hand, pressing down until the traitor cried out.
"Who paid you, Marco?" Alexander asked quietly. "The Moretti family? Or someone inside my own house?"
Marco spat blood onto the rug. "You think you're untouchable, Bellini? You think a low-life server saved your life out of charity? Ask her who her father was!"
Alexander’s eyes narrowed. He slowly turned back to look at Lucia, who remained standing by the serving cart, her face pale but unyielding.
"My name isn't just Lucia Grant," she said softly, her fingers gripping her black apron. "My full name is Lucia Grant-Vannucci. My father was Mateo Vannucci."
A collective gasp echoed among the older bodyguards in the room. Mateo Vannucci had been the legendary consigliere to Alexander’s late father—a man who was betrayed and murdered fifteen years ago in Palermo during a syndicate coup.
Alexander took two slow steps toward Lucia, his eyes searching her face with profound astonishment. "Mateo's daughter... He sent you to America before the fire. Everyone thought his bloodline was wiped out."
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"My father taught me Sicilian before he died," Lucia said, her voice trembling with rising emotion. "He told me that if I ever saw the Bellini family in danger from internal traitors, I had a duty to repay the debt your father owed him."
👉 Read PART 4 to learn what really happened the night Lucia's father was betrayed!
