Chapter 2 - The Mafia Heir Who Had Nothing Left
Adrian Moretti stood at the entrance of my mansion holding a photograph.
He didn't look surprised to see me.
He looked prepared.
That was the first thing I noticed.
The second thing was the way Lily reacted when she saw him.
Her fingers tightened around mine.
A child who had spent years alone had learned one important thing.
Fear had a face.
And somehow, she recognized his.
"Dominic," Adrian said, his eyes moving from me to the little girl beside me. "What exactly are you doing?"
I looked at the photograph in his hand.
"That depends."
"On what?"
"On why you were already waiting here."
The silence between us lasted longer than it should have.
Adrian looked away first.
A mistake.
A small one.
But I had built my entire life noticing small mistakes.
"You disappeared for hours," he said. "Your security team couldn't find you. Then suddenly you come back with a child from the street."
I stepped forward.
"Answer my question."
His jaw tightened.
"I was protecting you."
I almost laughed.
Protecting me.
That was the word people used when they wanted permission to control you.
I looked at the photograph again.
"Who is she?"
Adrian didn't answer.
That told me enough.
I reached for it.
He hesitated before handing it over.
The picture showed Lily.
But not the Lily standing beside me.
This one was older.
Different clothes.
Different location.
She was standing beside a woman.
A woman whose face I couldn't clearly see.
But I recognized the hospital bracelet in her hand.
The same bracelet I had found on the street.
My eyes narrowed.
"Where did you get this?"
Adrian remained silent.
For the first time in years, my younger brother looked like a man who had been caught hiding something.
"Dominic..."
"No."
My voice became colder.
"Don't use that tone with me."
He knew that tone.
Everyone who worked for me knew it.
It meant the conversation was no longer between brothers.
It was between a man asking questions and someone hiding answers.
"Tell me why you have a picture of a homeless child before I ever met her."
Adrian looked at Lily.
Then back at me.
"I didn't know you would find her."
That sentence was worse than any answer.
Because it meant he had known about her.
I turned toward Lily.
She was watching us carefully.
Like she understood more than a seven-year-old should.
I crouched beside her.
"Lily."
She looked at me.
"Have you ever seen him before?"
Her eyes moved toward Adrian.
For several seconds, she said nothing.
Then she slowly nodded.
My entire body went still.
"When?"
She looked down.
"Before."
"Before what?"
Her small voice became almost a whisper.
"Before my mommy disappeared."
The room changed.
Not physically.
But I felt it.
Something hidden had just moved beneath the surface.
I stood slowly.
Adrian's face lost color.
"Dominic, you don't understand."
"No."
I looked directly at him.
"I understand exactly what I heard."
He stepped closer.
"You need to listen to me before you make a mistake."
I smiled.
A cold smile.
"That's interesting."
"What?"
"You are the first person tonight who has told me not to make a mistake."
I looked around the room.
At the expensive furniture.
The paintings.
The family portraits.
Everything built by people who believed money could bury the truth.
"Usually people say that right before I discover what they are hiding."
Adrian's expression changed.
Anger.
Not fear anymore.
Anger.
And that confirmed something.
He wasn't worried about Lily.
He was worried about what she knew.
The next morning, I called my personal doctor.
Not because I was worried about my illness.
I already knew the ending doctors had written for me.
I called because I needed answers.
And answers required time.
Something I had very little of.
The doctor examined me in my private office.
After checking my condition, he looked uncomfortable.
"Dominic."
"Say it."
He placed the papers down.
"Your condition is progressing faster than expected."
I looked at him.
"How long?"
He didn't answer immediately.
That was enough.
"How long?"
"Maybe weeks."
Not months.
Not thirty days.
Weeks.
I should have felt panic.
Instead, I felt something else.
Anger.
Because for the first time in my life, I had found something worth fighting for.
And death was trying to take it away.
After the doctor left, I found Lily sitting in the library.
She was holding one of the old books from my shelves.
The book was almost as big as she was.
"What are you reading?"
She looked up.
"I don't know."
I walked closer.
She smiled slightly.
"I just liked the pictures."
I sat beside her.
For years, people had entered this room to negotiate deals.
To ask favors.
To make threats.
Nobody had ever sat there simply because they wanted to look at pictures in a book.
"What did your mother teach you?"
Lily became quiet.
That was another thing I noticed.
She didn't answer questions she didn't trust.
Smart child.
"My mom said people with money aren't always good."
I nodded.
"Your mother was right."
She looked at me.
"But she also said some people can change."
That sentence stayed with me.
Because I had spent my whole life believing people didn't change.
They only revealed who they really were.
But then I looked at this child.
And I wondered if maybe I had been wrong.
That afternoon, I made a decision.
I called my lawyer.
"I need adoption papers."
There was silence on the phone.
"Mr. Moretti..."
"Did you hear me?"
"Yes, sir."
"Prepare them."
"You understand this is complicated."
"Everything worth doing is complicated."
I ended the call.
I didn't care what the world thought.
I didn't care what my family thought.
For the first time in decades, I was making a choice that wasn't about power.
It was about protecting someone who had nobody.
But not everyone saw it that way.
That evening, Adrian came back.
This time, he didn't come alone.
Two of my oldest advisers followed him.
Men who had worked beside me for twenty years.
Men who had never questioned my decisions.
Until now.
"Dominic," Adrian said, "we need to talk."
I looked at the three men standing in my office.
"No."
I leaned back.
"You need to talk."
Nobody moved.
Adrian placed a folder on my desk.
"What is that?"
"Proof."
I opened it.
Inside were documents.
Medical records.
Police reports.
Old photographs.
And one name repeated over and over.
Lily's mother.
My eyes stopped.
Because I knew that name.
Not from the streets.
Not from the news.
From my own past.
A woman I thought had disappeared twenty years ago.
A woman connected to the one mistake I had buried deeper than any secret.
I looked at Adrian.
"Where did you get this?"
His expression hardened.
"From the same place you should have looked before bringing her here."
I closed the folder.
"Tell me everything."
Adrian shook his head.
"No."
That surprised me.
"You don't get to know yet."
I stared at him.
"Excuse me?"
He stepped closer.
"Because if you remember who Lily really is, you'll understand why she was never supposed to find you."
The room became silent.
I looked at the documents again.
Then at Adrian.
"Who is she?"
My brother opened his mouth.
But before he answered, the lights in the mansion suddenly went out.
Everyone froze.
A second later, my phone vibrated.
One message appeared on the screen.
A photo.
It was Lily sleeping upstairs.
Taken only seconds earlier.
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And beneath the image were six words:
"She knows what you did, Dominic."
