Assassin's Secret

chapter 33

Enzo's POV

It wasn't the Hydro bomb that killed him. It was an airstrike. The house is gone.

Selene's system worked, but my father was on the third floor in the office, he didn't make it to the bunker on time.

I couldn't understand how, the security was supposed to open main doors immediately and he should have gotten there in 30 seconds. Selene gave them a 45s warning. So how did he not make it.

A lot of possibilities went through my head. Someone was there and stopped him, doors locked, even he was in earbuds and didn't hear the warning.

So I asked Selene if she could get footage from the house of what happened before.

If anyone can restore it it's her. And she did. She got it. I watched the whole thing.

No one broke in, he was in the office, started walking and then paused in front of one of the safe doors thay should take him straight to the bunker, he stopped, said something on his earpiece and took the long way.

Why? He knew he most likely wouldn't make it. He ran down the hall and those stairs, he reached the door to the basement and then the picture went black.

My mom made it there though. She has a few scratches, the blast slightly shook the bunker, but she is fine. Heartbroken but fine.

"Come sta?" Mom walked through the door.

"I'm okay. You?"

"Been better. You look a lot like him when he was your age, especially behind that desk."

We are in one of our safe houses in Italy, there are things needed to be delt with before we go to New York.

I decided to go there. Father might be dead but the alliance isn't. We need them.

And I need her.

I didn't realize it until now. When I'm here, sitting behind this desk. For some reason I feel like if she was standing by my side it would make it all better.

I know she wouldn't stand quietly by my side, no, thays what I love about her. That power. She isnt going to take shit from any man. Even me.

"I'm going to make Coffee. Want one?"

"Thay would be nice. Grazie mom."

I have to go through all these files to figure out who to fire, who to assign where and who to kill. There is so much paperwork.

How did he do it all?

I didn't have the best relationship with my father, but he was my father. He might not have told me that he loves me or that he is proud of me, but I knew that he was.

And sometimes all I needed was that approval in his eyes.

Would he approve of this. Me as a boss of the Mafia.

A lot of people will be against this, I know it. I will probably have to kill a few... dozens...

But I think I'm ready for it. As much as I can be.

"Here is your coffee darling."

"Grazie. Mom, I doubt you would know but, why did father take the long way to the bunker?"

Tears filled her eyes once again and I regretting asking that question immediately.

"Because your father loved me."

Okay, I knew that, but how is that related.

She clearly saw the confusion on my face and came to me. Put her hand on my shoulder.

"The moment sirens went off your father started walking towards the bunker and put on his earpiece. That stupid protocol.

I was in our bedroom when it went off. Security immediately got to me and started walking me out, but you know how our emergency exit is set, only one door can be open at a time.

God I would kill whoever designed that and thought its a good idea.

When your father was walking to the door he asked where I was and they told him. Only one of us could use the passageway. Your father had to make a choice and he chose me over himself."

She started crying, breaking down.

"He knew that he won't make it to the bunker if he won't take that goddamn passageway, but he saved me. Your father saved me."

"He loved you a lot."

"I was closer to the bunker. There was a chance that I would make it, but he didn't want to risk it. When he got downstairs he probably saw the bomb flying because he told security to close the door and tell me that he loves me more than anything."

My father might have been an asshole but he loved my mother with all his heart.

And he died for her, so she could live.

And I can't even tell the woman I love how I feel about her.

I need to go to New York. I need to talk to her.