Chapter 3 - THE ROOM NOBODY ENTERED
For several seconds after the phone went silent, nobody moved.
Carmine stared at the screen.
ELENA.
The name remained there for one final second before disappearing.
Then the phone went black.
Carmine slowly picked it up.
His fingers were cold.
He pressed the call button.
Nothing.
He tried again.
The number was unavailable.
He turned toward Helena.
She was standing beside the doorway, her face drained of color.
“You knew she was alive.”
Helena shook her head.
“I didn't.”
“Don't lie to me.”
“I swear—”
“You just heard her voice.”
Helena's lips trembled.
“I heard it.”
“Then tell me where she is.”
“I don't know.”
Carmine stepped closer.
“You've known about her for eight years.”
“I knew she was alive once.”
“Once?”
Helena swallowed.
“I don't know where she is now.”
Carmine stared at her.
The woman who had always seemed impossible to intimidate was now struggling to keep herself standing.
That frightened him.
Because if Helena was afraid, whatever Elena had been running from was far worse than he had imagined.
Leo stood quietly behind Carmine.
He was holding the small silver pendant.
Carmine noticed.
“Leo.”
The boy looked up.
“Where did you get that?”
“Mommy gave it to me.”
“When?”
Leo thought for a moment.
“A long time ago.”
“Do you remember?”
“She told me to keep it hidden.”
“Why?”
Leo lowered his voice.
“She said bad people were looking for me.”
Carmine's chest tightened.
“Did she tell you who they were?”
Leo shook his head.
“She said I would know when I was older.”
Carmine looked at Helena.
“You told me Elena abandoned her child.”
“I never said she abandoned him.”
Carmine's eyes narrowed.
“You told everyone she left.”
“She disappeared.”
“Because of you?”
“No.”
“Then because of whom?”
Helena looked away.
Carmine grabbed the old phone.
“I'm going to find out.”
He turned to his bodyguard.
“Lock down the estate.”
“Yes, sir.”
“No one leaves.”
The bodyguard nodded.
“And bring me every security recording from the last seventy-two hours.”
“Sir, the system—”
“I don't care if you have to pull the hard drives out of the walls.”
“Yes, sir.”
The bodyguard left.
Carmine looked at Leo.
“You stay with me.”
Leo nodded.
Helena watched them.
“Carmine…”
He stopped.
“If you start digging into this, people are going to get hurt.”
Carmine turned slowly.
“They already did.”
His eyes moved toward Leo.
“And this time, it isn't going to be him.”
He walked away.
The estate had never felt so large.
Every hallway seemed to hide another secret.
Carmine brought Leo into his private office.
He locked the door.
Then he called his head of security.
“Bring me everything you have on Elena.”
There was silence on the other end.
“Sir…”
“Everything.”
“We were told never to reopen that file.”
“Who gave that order?”
Another pause.
“Helena.”
Carmine closed his eyes.
“Bring it.”
Twenty minutes later, a black folder was placed on his desk.
It was thin.
Far too thin.
Carmine opened it.
Inside were three photographs.
A birth certificate.
A hospital record.
And one handwritten statement.
He picked up the birth certificate.
His eyes moved across the page.
Then stopped.
His hand trembled.
Mother: Elena Moretti.
The father's name was blank.
Carmine stared at it.
“Why?”
Leo was sitting on the couch.
“What's wrong?”
Carmine looked at him.
“Nothing.”
But his voice betrayed him.
He picked up the hospital record.
The date was eight years ago.
The same night Elena had disappeared.
Carmine remembered that night.
He had waited outside her apartment for hours.
He had called her phone again and again.
Nobody answered.
The next morning, he had been told she had left town.
No explanation.
No goodbye.
Nothing.
Carmine turned the page.
A note had been attached to the record.
Infant transferred under private protection.
His eyes narrowed.
“Private protection?”
He looked at the signature.
The doctor's name meant nothing.
But beneath it was another signature.
A legal authorization.
Carmine knew the handwriting.
Helena's.
His blood ran cold.
He stood.
“Where did this come from?”
Leo shook his head.
Carmine realized he wasn't speaking to Leo.
He was staring at the documents.
Eight years.
Eight years of lies.
He had been told Elena had abandoned him.
But she had been in a hospital.
She had given birth.
And someone had taken the baby away.
Carmine looked toward the locked door.
“Helena.”
She entered five minutes later.
Carmine didn't invite her to sit.
He placed the birth certificate on the desk.
“You signed this.”
Helena stared at it.
Her face became pale.
“I had to.”
“You had to?”
“Yes.”
“Who forced you?”
She said nothing.
Carmine pushed the paper toward her.
“You took my son.”
Helena's eyes filled with tears.
“I saved him.”
Carmine laughed once.
There was no humor in it.
“You locked him in a room without windows.”
“I kept him hidden.”
“You starved him.”
“I fed him.”
“You threatened him.”
“I was trying to keep him alive.”
“You told him nobody wanted him.”
Helena looked toward the floor.
“I had no choice.”
Carmine slammed his palm onto the desk.
“Everybody says that after they make a terrible choice.”
Leo flinched.
Carmine immediately stopped.
He looked at the boy.
“I'm sorry.”
Then he turned back to Helena.
“You're going to tell me everything.”
Helena shook her head.
“If I do, they'll come.”
“Who?”
“The people who took Elena.”
Carmine froze.
“You said you didn't know where she was.”
“I don't.”
“But you know who took her.”
Helena's silence was enough.
Carmine walked around the desk.
“Who?”
Helena whispered a name.
Carmine didn't recognize it.
“Again.”
“Victor Raines.”
The name meant nothing to him.
“Who is he?”
Helena looked at him.
“You've done business with him.”
Carmine's expression changed.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“That's impossible.”
“You met him six years ago.”
Carmine searched his memory.
Then he remembered.
A private investor.
A man who had offered to help Carmine expand overseas.
A man who had disappeared after the deal collapsed.
Carmine's face hardened.
“Raines.”
Helena nodded.
“He wanted your company.”
“So he took Elena?”
“He wanted leverage.”
“And Leo?”
“He knew Leo existed.”
Carmine stared.
“Why didn't he take him?”
Helena hesitated.
“Because I took Leo first.”
Carmine's voice became quiet.
“You kidnapped my son to protect him?”
“I hid him.”
“You isolated him.”
“I had no other way.”
“You could have told me.”
Helena looked at him.
“And you would have believed me?”
Carmine didn't answer.
She continued.
“You were angry. You were reckless. Raines had people everywhere. If I had told you, you would have gone after him.”
“Yes.”
“And he would have killed you.”
Carmine's jaw tightened.
“And Elena?”
Helena's eyes filled.
“I tried to get her out.”
“You failed.”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
Helena looked at Leo.
The boy was listening.
She lowered her voice.
“She disappeared the night you were supposed to meet her.”
Carmine remembered.
The night she vanished.
“You're telling me someone intercepted her?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“I never found out.”
Carmine stepped closer.
“Then why did you tell everyone she abandoned me?”
“Because Raines needed you to believe she was gone.”
“Why?”
“Because if you kept searching, he would know you were getting close.”
Carmine stared.
“And you thought hiding my own son from me was the answer?”
Helena cried silently.
“I thought keeping him alive was enough.”
Carmine looked at Leo.
The boy was staring at the floor.
Eight years.
Eight years of surviving.
Eight years of believing he wasn't wanted.
Carmine's voice broke.
“You should have brought him to me.”
Helena whispered:
“I was afraid.”
“Of what?”
“That you'd choose your empire over him.”
Carmine looked at her.
For the first time, he understood the tragedy.
Everyone had been making choices for him.
Everyone had decided what he could handle.
Everyone had decided what Leo deserved.
And the boy had paid the price.
Suddenly—
The lights went out.
The entire mansion plunged into darkness.
Leo gasped.
Carmine immediately moved toward him.
“Stay behind me.”
A sound came from the hallway.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Measured.
Carmine reached beneath his jacket.
His bodyguard appeared at the door.
“Sir.”
“What happened?”
“Power failure.”
“Backup?”
“It's not responding.”
Carmine's eyes narrowed.
“Security cameras?”
“Offline.”
Helena whispered:
“They found us.”
Carmine looked at her.
“Who?”
Before she could answer, glass shattered somewhere downstairs.
Leo grabbed Carmine's hand.
Carmine pulled him behind his body.
“Take him to the safe room.”
The bodyguard nodded.
“Come on.”
Leo refused to let go.
“No.”
Carmine looked down.
“I'll be right behind you.”
Leo shook his head.
“Don't leave me.”
Carmine's heart tightened.
“I won't.”
A gunshot exploded downstairs.
Leo screamed.
Carmine's expression changed.
The estate had been breached.
And whoever had come for them wasn't there to steal anything.
They were there for Leo.
Carmine and the bodyguard rushed Leo toward the hidden safe room.
Helena followed.
“Stay back!” Carmine ordered.
She didn't.
They reached the reinforced door.
The bodyguard opened it.
“Inside.”
Leo entered.
Carmine followed.
Helena remained outside.
Carmine looked at her.
“Get in.”
She shook her head.
“Someone has to lock it from outside.”
“No.”
“Carmine.”
“Get inside.”
Helena smiled sadly.
“For once, listen to me.”
Then she pushed the door shut.
Carmine grabbed the handle.
“Helena!”
Nothing.
The lock engaged.
He turned to the bodyguard.
“Open it.”
“We can't from inside.”
Another gunshot echoed.
Then silence.
Carmine stared at the door.
Leo whispered:
“She'll be okay.”
Carmine looked down at him.
He wanted to believe it.
Then a voice came through the safe-room speaker.
A man's voice.
Calm.
Almost amused.
“Carmine.”
Carmine froze.
The voice continued.
“You finally found your son.”
Carmine stepped toward the speaker.
“Who are you?”
A quiet laugh answered.
“You already know.”
The line went dead.
Carmine's face hardened.
Victor Raines.
The man from the past had finally come back.
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And this time, he wasn't asking for money.
He was coming for the boy.
