Chapter 8 - Exposing the Mole
With Noah’s eyewitness testimony, the truth unfolded with terrifying speed.
Vincent didn't call the police. He handled matters the Moretti way.
Within two hours, Gabriel’s team intercepted Marcus Moretti at O'Hare International Airport as he attempted to board a private jet to South America carrying three million dollars in laundered bonds.
Marcus was brought to a secluded, windowless warehouse near the Chicago shipping yards.
I sat in the passenger seat of Vincent’s armored SUV parked outside the warehouse. Vincent had insisted I stay in the vehicle, but I watched through the tinted glass as Marcus was dragged inside by four heavy guards.
Twenty minutes later, Vincent stepped out of the warehouse.
He had removed his dark suit jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. His hands were clean, but his expression was absolute stone.
He opened the SUV door, sliding into the driver's seat beside me.
"It's done," Vincent said softly, staring out at the grey city skyline.
"What happened?" I asked gently, reaching across the console to take his hand.
"Marcus confessed," Vincent rasped, squeezing my hand tightly. "He was drowning in gambling debts to the Valenti family. Damon promised to clear his debts and make him CEO of Moretti Logistics if Marcus helped them eliminate me and kidnap Noah. Marcus was the one who planted the keycard in your bag."
I let out a long breath I felt like I had been holding for days. "Where is he now?"
"He’s on a plane to a federal detention facility in North Dakota," Vincent said coldly. "He will spend the rest of his life behind bars for high treason and corporate conspiracy. The Valenti family has been dismantled by federal authorities after we turned over Damon’s financial ledgers."
Vincent turned his head, looking at me with a soft, profound warmth.
"It's over, Maya," Vincent whispered. "The threats are gone. The house is safe. My family is safe."
I smiled, tears of relief pricking my eyes. "Thank you, Vincent."
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He reached out, his thumb gently wiping a stray tear from my cheek. "Don't thank me, Maya. You brought the truth to light. You gave my son his voice, and his voice saved you."
He leaned across the leather seat, pressing a soft, deep kiss to my lips—a kiss filled with absolute peace, relief, and unbreakable devotion.
