Chapter 8 - The Warehouse by the Lake
Adrian refused to let me go.
I refused to let him go alone.
For ten minutes, we stood in the secure operations room arguing in low, furious voices while federal agents prepared surveillance equipment around us.
“You are not walking into a warehouse where Victor has already threatened your daughters,” Adrian said.
“He wants me there.”
“He wants you afraid.”
“I am afraid.”
The words came out sharper than I meant them to.
The room fell silent.
I looked at him.
“But I’m not going to spend the rest of my life running from men who think fear makes them powerful.”
Adrian’s expression changed.
Not approval.
Understanding.
Meredith stepped between us.
“We will not send either of you without a plan.”
The plan was simple only on paper.
Adrian would deliver a decoy drive. I would arrive separately with a wire. Federal agents would monitor every entrance. Luca would remain with Josie and Willa in a secure location.
But when we reached the warehouse district near Lake Michigan, nothing felt simple.
The building was enormous and abandoned, its broken windows reflecting the black water beyond it.
Adrian stood beside me near the loading entrance.
“You can still stay in the car,” he said.
“You can still stop pretending you’re not worried.”
“I am worried.”
That surprised me.
He met my eyes.
“I am terrified.”
For the first time, Adrian Moretti did not look like the man people whispered about.
He looked like a man who had something to lose.
Before I could respond, the warehouse doors opened.
Victor stood inside under a row of hanging work lights.
Travis sat bound to a chair beside him.
“You came,” Victor said.
“Let him go,” I said.
Victor laughed.
“You still think Travis matters?”
Travis looked at me, panic in his eyes.
“He made me do it,” he said. “Camille, I didn’t know he’d go after the girls.”
The old part of me wanted to believe him.
The part that remembered our wedding.
The part that remembered the rare good mornings before his anger became our whole home.
But then I saw the truth.
He was sorry because he was afraid.
Not because he had hurt us.
“You knew what you were doing,” I said.
Travis’s face crumpled.
Victor stepped forward.
“Your mother hid documents in that pendant,” he said to me. “Where is it?”
My hand moved instinctively to my neck.
Adrian noticed.
Victor smiled.
“Ah.”
“You killed my mother,” I said.
“I protected investments.”
“She was a mother.”
“She was inconvenient.”
Adrian went still beside me.
Victor looked at him. “And you, Adrian. You were always so determined to be different from your father. Yet you benefited from every contract. Every deal. Every building built on the money we moved.”
“My father’s name is not a shield for you,” Adrian said.
Victor’s smile faded.
“No,” he replied. “It’s a chain around your neck.”
A gunshot cracked through the warehouse.
The lights exploded.
Everything became darkness and shouting.
Federal agents moved in, but Victor’s men were ready. Adrian pulled me behind a concrete pillar. Luca appeared from the side entrance, bleeding from a cut above his eyebrow.
“The girls are safe,” he said.
Relief nearly made my knees give out.
Then Victor grabbed Travis and dragged him toward the rear exit.
Travis fought.
“Wait! You said you’d protect me!”
Victor shoved him away.
Travis stumbled backward into a stack of crates.
The crates collapsed.
He fell hard, crying out in pain.
Victor disappeared into the darkness.
Adrian started after him.
I caught his arm.
“Don’t.”
“He’ll get away.”
“And if you chase him, he wins.”
Adrian looked at me.
Then at Travis, injured and terrified on the warehouse floor.
Finally, he handed his gun to an agent.
“Get him medical attention,” Adrian said.
Travis looked up at me.
“Camille—”
I shook my head.
There were no more words between us.
Not forgiveness.
Not revenge.
Just an ending.
But Victor had escaped.
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And he had seen my pendant.
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