Chapter 8 - The Truth
We were violently dragged aboard the massive luxury yacht by the armed guards.
They threw us onto the polished teak deck of the main cabin, stripping Alessandro of his weapons.
I held Mia tightly to my chest, shivering in my soaked and ruined clothes.
The crowd of armed men parted to reveal an older man in a tailored white suit.
It was Don Carmine, the ruthless head of the rival syndicate and the architect of this entire nightmare.
Carmine smiled down at us, offering a polite but chilling greeting.
He praised Alessandro for putting up such a valiant fight over a mere servant.
Alessandro struggled to his knees, putting his body firmly between me and the crime boss.
He demanded that Carmine let the woman and the child go because they had nothing to do with the syndicate war.
Carmine chuckled darkly and poured himself a glass of expensive bourbon from a crystal decanter.
He looked directly at me and revealed a truth that shattered my entire understanding of reality.
He said that Elena was never just a random maid who happened to need a job.
Carmine explained that my deceased father had stolen three million dollars from his organization ten years ago.
He told me that my employment at Alessandro's building was not a lucky break, but a carefully orchestrated setup.
Carmine had pulled the strings to place me there, hoping to use me as a pawn to spy on Alessandro.
He revealed that Marcus was paid to abuse me so I would be desperate enough to take the isolated cleaning job.
My entire life of suffering, my struggles, and my poverty had all been engineered by the man standing in front of me.
I felt violently sick to my stomach as the crushing weight of the manipulation settled over me.
Carmine sighed, complaining that I had failed to be a useful spy, so now I was just a loose end to tie up.
He pulled a silver revolver from his jacket and handed it directly to the bleeding Alessandro.
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Carmine told Alessandro that the gun only had one bullet in the chamber.
He ordered Alessandro to shoot me in the head, promising that if he did, he and the baby could walk away free.
