Chapter 6 – THE MOTHER IN THE RAIN
“Mom?” Nora gasped, stepping forward.
“Stay back, Nora,” Sarah ordered. Her voice was cold, stripped of the exhaustion Nora had known all her life.
Adrian’s guards instantly raised their weapons.
“Hold your fire!” Adrian barked, raising his hand.
He looked at the woman holding the gun.
She looked older than the photos, worn down by fifteen years of running, but there was no mistaking the fierce determination in her eyes.
“Sarah,” Adrian said calmly. “Put the gun down. Caleb is safe.”
“He’s only safe if we leave,” Sarah said, her hands trembling around the silver revolver. “I didn’t fake my own death fifteen years ago just to let my son get dragged back into this poisoned family.”
Teresa slumped back into her wheelchair, exhausted, but her eyes remained locked on Sarah.
One tap.
“She wants you to stay,” Adrian translated gently.
“She wanted Julian to stay, too,” Sarah spat, tears mixing with the rain on her face. “And they blew him to pieces for it. The Falcone name is a curse. I hid my children from it. I changed my name. I worked night shifts to stay invisible. And you found us anyway.”
Nora stared at her mother in total disbelief.
“You lied to me,” Nora whispered. “My whole life. You told me dad was a mechanic.”
Sarah looked at her daughter. The hardness in her eyes cracked for a second.
“I had to, baby. If they knew who Caleb was, the Rossis would have killed him. And if the Commission found out I hid a Falcone heir, they would have killed me.”
“You shouldn’t have hidden him from us,” Adrian said. “We would have protected you.”
“Like you protected Julian?” Sarah fired back.
Adrian flinched. The words hit harder than a bullet.
“I was eighteen when Julian died,” Adrian said, his voice dropping to a painful whisper. “I couldn’t protect him then. But I am the Boss now. And I swear on his grave, nobody will ever touch you or these children again.”
Sarah shook her head.
“Words don’t stop bullets, Adrian. I’m taking my children. We’re leaving Chicago tonight. Anyone who tries to stop me gets a bullet.”
She waved the gun toward the door.
“Nora. Caleb. Let’s go.”
Caleb didn’t move. He looked at his mother, then at Nora, entirely confused.
Nora didn’t move either.
“Mom,” Nora said softly. “We can’t keep running. We don’t have the money. We don’t have anywhere to go.”
“I have money,” Sarah said.
She reached into her wet coat pocket with her free hand.
She pulled out a massive, brilliant ruby ring.
Teresa gasped from her wheelchair.
Adrian’s eyes widened.
It was the Falcone matriarch ring. The family heirloom that went missing the night his father died.
“Where did you get that?” Adrian demanded.
“Julian gave it to me,” Sarah said. “He stole it from your father’s safe the night before he died. He knew your father was going to give it to Evelyn.”
Adrian went completely still.
“My father was giving the family ring to Evelyn?”
Sarah let out a bitter laugh.
“You really don’t know, do you? Evelyn wasn’t just your mother’s caregiver. She was your father’s mistress. She’s been in this house for twenty years, poisoning it from the inside.”
The truth crashed down on Adrian like a collapsing building.
Evelyn hadn’t just pushed Teresa out of greed. She did it out of deeply rooted vengeance and jealousy.
Suddenly, a slow, mocking clap echoed from the top of the grand staircase.
Everyone looked up.
Evelyn Mercer stood on the landing.
She wasn’t locked in the wine cellar.
She was holding a set of master keys in one hand, and a lethal syringe of potassium chloride in the other.
“Bravo, Sarah,” Evelyn smiled maliciously. “It only took fifteen years for you to finally tell the truth.”
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