Chapter 7 - The Man Who Watched My Daughter Grow Up
“Get everyone away from the windows.”
Gabriel's command was quiet, controlled, and immediate.
Julie lifted Lily into her arms.
Naomi moved beside them.
I stepped toward the door.
Gabriel caught my shoulder.
“Dante, don't.”
“Someone got inside using your credentials.”
“And our security team is already responding.”
His eyes narrowed.
“Your daughter needs a father, not another man trying to prove he isn't afraid.”
That stopped me.
I looked at Lily.
She was clutching her stuffed rabbit, watching us with frightened eyes.
I crouched in front of her.
“Everything's okay, sweetheart.”
She studied my face.
“Are bad people coming?”
I couldn't bring myself to lie.
“Some people are making bad choices. But there are good people helping us.”
“Like Gabriel?”
“Exactly.”
She considered that.
Then she held out her rabbit.
“Bunny helps, too.”
I accepted the toy for a moment.
“Then we're in excellent hands.”
She smiled faintly.
Gabriel's security team located the intruder near a service stairwell.
He fled before reaching our floor.
The police were notified, and the building's access system was secured.
No one had been harmed.
But the credential wasn't merely stolen.
It had been duplicated using information from Gabriel's former corporate security profile.
Only a handful of people had access to those records.
Most worked for Moretti Holdings.
One reported directly to my uncle Carlo.
I looked at Gabriel.
“Adrian Voss.”
He nodded.
“It's possible.”
“Then Carlo knows where we are.”
“He knew. We're changing locations.”
We moved Julie and Lily to a different protected residence arranged through independent counsel.
Naomi refused to be separated from her daughter again.
I didn't argue.
For the first time, I wasn't going to make decisions about their lives without asking what they wanted.
That evening, I received a message from my father.
Come alone. We need to discuss Naomi.
I stared at it for a long time.
Gabriel stood beside me.
“Don't.”
“I need to hear what he knows.”
“Then have the conversation somewhere secure and documented.”
We arranged to meet the following morning at a private conference room in a neutral law office.
My father arrived wearing a charcoal suit and the expression of a man offended by inconvenience.
He sat across from me.
“Are we really doing this with attorneys outside the door?”
“Yes.”
“I'm your father.”
“I haven't forgotten.”
He studied me.
“Carlo says you've been interfering with foundation records.”
“Carlo has apparently been stealing from the foundation for years.”
My father's jaw tightened.
“Those are serious accusations.”
“So is threatening a pregnant woman.”
His expression changed.
Only slightly.
But I saw it.
“Naomi told you.”
“Yes.”
He looked away.
I leaned forward.
“Did you threaten her?”
For several seconds, he said nothing.
Then he rubbed his forehead.
“I told her she needed to leave.”
“That's not what I asked.”
“She was involved in something she didn't understand.”
“She was pregnant with my child.”
“I know.”
The words landed like a blow.
“You knew,” I whispered.
My father looked directly at me.
“Yes.”
“How long?”
“From the beginning.”
I stood so abruptly that my chair scraped against the floor.
“You watched me search for her!”
“Sit down.”
“You watched me spend months wondering whether she was dead!”
“Dante—”
“You knew you had a granddaughter!”
My father lowered his voice.
“I was trying to protect this family.”
I stared at him.
“From a baby?”
He looked genuinely uncomfortable.
“From the consequences of a scandal that could have destroyed everything.”
I laughed once.
There was no humor in it.
“You let me mourn a woman who was alive, and you call that protection?”
Vittorio's expression hardened.
“I ordered Carlo to make certain Naomi stayed away. I did not authorize anyone to harm a child.”
“Did you authorize the threats?”
He hesitated.
I stepped closer.
“Dad.”
His eyes lowered.
“I told Carlo to make her understand the danger.”
The room went silent.
My father had just admitted what I'd feared.
He had participated in driving Naomi away.
Maybe he hadn't personally delivered every threat.
Maybe he had convinced himself he was protecting me.
But he'd known.
And he'd remained silent for five years.
I sat down slowly.
“When Mom died, you told me family was the one thing I could always trust.”
Vittorio's face changed at the mention of my mother.
She'd died when I was eleven.
For years, I'd carried the memory of her kindness like a secret inheritance.
My father had given me power.
My mother had taught me compassion.
I'd spent my adult life trying to believe those two things could coexist in our family business.
Now I wasn't so sure.
“What would she think of this?” I asked.
My father didn't answer.
I took a breath.
“I'm not going to protect Carlo. And I'm not going to protect you.”
“You don't understand the consequences.”
“I understand them better than you think.”
Vittorio stared at me.
“You could lose control of Moretti Holdings.”
I stood.
“I've already lost five years with my daughter.”
I turned toward the door.
Behind me, my father spoke.
“Dante, wait.”
I stopped.
For the first time in my life, there was fear in his voice.
Not anger.
Fear.
“There's something I haven't told you.”
I faced him.
“What?”
He opened his briefcase and removed a small envelope.
Inside was a photograph.
Lily was standing outside a playground in Georgia.
She wore a yellow raincoat and held her mother's hand.
The photograph was recent.
Very recent.
I looked at the date printed on the back.
Seven weeks earlier.
My blood went cold.
“Where did you get this?”
My father swallowed.
“Carlo.”
I looked at him.
“You've been watching them?”
My father didn't answer immediately.
Then he said something I would never forget.
“Carlo has known where Naomi and Lily were for years.”
I stared at the photograph.
The playground.
The raincoat.
My daughter smiling at a camera she didn't know existed.
“Why didn't he do anything?”
Vittorio looked at me with a terrible sadness.
“Because he didn't need to.”
“What does that mean?”
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My father closed his eyes.
“Because Naomi was never really free. Carlo let her believe she was.”
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