“No.”
Luca’s answer came before Emma had finished speaking.
They stood in his private study while Marco guarded the locked door.
Emma crossed her arms.
“You didn’t hear the plan.”
“I heard enough.”
“You heard ‘I go to Lake Mercer.’”
“Correct.”
“And then stopped listening.”
“Yes.”
“Very mature.”
“I have survived thirty-nine years by knowing when an idea is terrible.”
Emma stepped closer.
“And an eight-year-old boy might die because you’re afraid to let me help.”
Luca’s eyes darkened.
“Do not confuse fear with judgment.”
“I’m not.”
“You would be walking willingly into a trap.”
“While your men surround the property.”
“They will expect that.”
“Then don’t surround it.”
Marco cleared his throat.
Both turned.
“I hate to interrupt this deeply dysfunctional conversation,” he said, “but she may have a point.”
Luca looked betrayed.
Marco shrugged.
“They expect force. Give them something else.”
Emma nodded.
“Exactly.”
Luca paced to the window.
Lake Mercer was ninety minutes outside Bellamont, a private estate his father had purchased decades earlier.
The property had been abandoned since Luca’s parents died.
Few people even knew Moretti still owned it.
Which made it perfect for an ambush.
“What do we know?” Emma asked.
Marco spread photographs across the desk.
“Lake Mercer house. Main road here. Forest along the east side. Boat dock south. They told Anthony to bring Luca and Emma Friday at nine.”
“Who are they?”
“We believe Victor Salerno.”
Luca’s expression turned cold.
Emma knew the name.
Everyone in Bellamont did.
Salerno had once been Luca’s father’s closest rival.
His organization had declined as Luca’s expanded.
He blamed Luca for every lost contract, every arrested associate, every politician who stopped returning his calls.
“Why now?” Emma asked.
“Because Salerno is dying,” Marco said.
Luca turned.
“You’re sure?”
“Cancer. Six months, maybe less.”
Emma understood.
“A dying man has nothing to protect.”
“Exactly.”
“And he wants revenge.”
Luca nodded.
“My father humiliated him thirty years ago.”
“You weren’t even involved.”
“Revenge rarely cares.”
Emma looked at Nicholas’s school photograph.
Eight years old.
Missing front tooth.
Blue backpack.
A child trapped inside a war he knew nothing about.
“We’re getting him back.”
Luca stared at her.
“We?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
Emma sighed.
“We already had this discussion.”
“And my answer improved with repetition.”
She ignored him.
Marco almost smiled.
By Thursday evening, a plan existed.
Emma would appear to accompany Luca to Lake Mercer.
Anthony would drive.
A tracker hidden beneath Emma’s bracelet would broadcast continuously.
Marco’s team would remain miles away until confirmation Nicholas was alive.
No one would rush the property.
No one would make sudden moves.
The objective was not revenge.
It was extraction.
At least that was Emma’s objective.
Luca’s seemed less merciful.
Friday morning arrived under a gray sky.
Emma stood before the mansion mirror wearing jeans, boots, and a dark coat.
Luca entered behind her.
“You can still stay.”
“So can you.”
“Emma.”
“Luca.”
Their eyes met in the mirror.
He looked exhausted.
“Why are you doing this?”
She turned.
“Because Nicholas is a child.”
“That cannot be the whole reason.”
“It’s enough.”
“No.”
Emma sighed.
“Because if I were taken, you would come.”
Luca didn’t deny it.
“You would walk into something stupid and dangerous.”
Again, silence.
“So Anthony deserves the same chance.”
Luca looked down.
“You believe too much in people.”
“And you believe too little.”
“That difference may get you killed.”
“Or save someone.”
At 8:52 p.m. Friday, their car entered the forest road toward Lake Mercer.
Rain had begun again.
Emma almost laughed at the coincidence.
Apparently every life-changing disaster in Bellamont required rain.
Anthony drove.
His hands shook.
“Turn here,” Luca said.
The house appeared through the trees.
Dark.
Silent.
One light burned near the front entrance.
Anthony stopped the vehicle.
Nobody spoke.
Then the door opened.
A man stepped outside.
Victor Salerno was thinner than Emma expected.
Pale.
Gray-haired.
Leaning slightly on a cane.
But his smile was sharp.
“Luca.”
Luca exited.
Emma followed.
Salerno looked at her.
“So this is Emma Carter.”
Luca moved subtly between them.
Salerno laughed.
“That answers one question.”
“What question?”
“How much she matters.”
Luca said nothing.
“Where is Nicholas?” Emma asked.
Salerno’s attention shifted to her.
“You must be extraordinary.”
“I’m mostly tired.”
He smiled.
“I understand why he likes you.”
“You kidnapped a child to test a romantic theory?”
His smile disappeared.
“No. I kidnapped a child because Anthony had access.”
“And attacked me?”
“That was unnecessary enthusiasm from one of my men.”
Luca’s voice became deadly.
“Name.”
Salerno laughed.
“You really are predictable.”
“Where is the boy?”
A second door opened.
Nicholas emerged between two men.
Anthony gasped.
“Nicky.”
The boy saw his grandfather.
“Grandpa!”
He tried to run.
A man grabbed his shoulder.
Emma’s hands curled.
Luca remained perfectly still.
Salerno smiled.
“There. Proof of life.”
“Release him.”
“Soon.”
“You wanted Emma,” Luca said. “She’s here.”
Salerno’s eyes gleamed.
“I wanted to know whether you would bring her.”
“And now you know.”
“Yes.”
“So release the boy.”
Salerno stepped closer.
“You misunderstand.”
Emma’s stomach dropped.
“I never intended to trade them.”
Luca’s hand moved slightly.
Men emerged among the trees.
Ten.
Maybe fifteen.
Armed.
Salerno smiled.
“I intended to keep both.”
Anthony whispered, “God.”
Marco’s team was still miles away.
Exactly as planned.
Which meant they were alone.
Salerno’s men searched Luca.
Then Emma.
The tracker disappeared from her wrist.
Salerno held it up.
“Did you think I wouldn’t check?”
He crushed it beneath his shoe.
Emma’s pulse jumped.
Their only signal was gone.
Salerno ordered them inside.
The abandoned mansion smelled of dust and damp wood.
Nicholas was pushed into a chair.
Anthony knelt beside him.
The boy immediately grabbed him.
Emma looked around.
Three exits.
Six armed men inside.
More outside.
Luca watched everything.
Salerno lowered himself into a chair.
“Do you remember your father?”
“Of course.”
“He took everything from me.”
“He beat you in business.”
“He destroyed my family.”
“You destroyed your family.”
Salerno’s face twisted.
Luca continued calmly.
“You gambled. You betrayed allies. You blamed everyone else.”
“Enough.”
“You are dying, Victor.”
Silence fell.
Salerno’s hand tightened around his cane.
Emma realized Marco had been right.
Luca smiled without warmth.
“So this is your final performance.”
Salerno stood abruptly.
“You think this is a performance?”
“Yes.”
Salerno pointed toward Emma.
“I will kill her first.”
The room changed.
Luca took one step forward.
Every weapon lifted.
Emma caught his arm.
“No.”
Salerno watched them with satisfaction.
“There it is.”
Luca looked at Emma.
She shook her head once.
Not yet.
Trust me.
Emma turned toward Salerno.
“You want to hurt Luca?”
“Yes.”
“Then killing me quickly is useless.”
Salerno studied her.
“You think you’re clever.”
“I think you’re emotional.”
That offended him.
Good.
“You brought us here because you want Luca to understand loss.”
Salerno’s face tightened.
“So make him choose.”
Luca looked sharply at her.
Emma continued before he could stop her.
“Me or Nicholas.”
Anthony went pale.
Salerno smiled.
“Interesting.”
“Give Luca one of us.”
“Emma,” Luca warned.
She ignored him.
“You said protecting everyone is impossible. Prove it.”
Salerno slowly nodded.
“I like you.”
“I get that a lot.”
“Liar,” Luca muttered.
Emma almost smiled.
Salerno stood.
“Very well.”
He pointed his cane.
“The boy or the woman.”
Luca said nothing.
Salerno’s smile widened.
“You have thirty seconds.”
Anthony began crying.
Nicholas clung to him.
Emma looked at Luca.
His eyes were furious.
Not because he didn’t know what to choose.
Because he understood what she was doing.
“Choose Nicholas,” Emma whispered.
“No.”
“Luca.”
“No.”
“Choose him.”
Salerno began counting.
“Twenty-five.”
Emma stepped closer.
“You told me I was never just your maid.”
His eyes burned.
“Not like this.”
“Then prove I know the man you actually are.”
“Twenty.”
“Save the child.”
Luca stared at her.
“Fifteen.”
Emma touched his face.
For the first time in public.
For the first time without pretending.
“You’ll come back for me.”
His voice broke slightly.
“Always.”
“Ten.”
Luca turned toward Salerno.
“The boy.”
Anthony collapsed in relief.
Salerno laughed.
“I knew it.”
But he didn’t.
Emma did.
Because while every person in the room watched Luca’s impossible choice, Nicholas slipped something from his pocket and placed it in Emma’s hand.
A tiny red light blinked.
Emma looked down.
A child’s smartwatch.
Still connected.
Still transmitting.
Salerno had found Emma’s tracker.
But he had never searched the eight-year-old boy.
And somewhere beyond the dark forest, Marco Moretti’s phone had just received a location signal.
The real rescue had finally begun.
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