GABRIEL The next morning bright and early, Sal was at my door. I'd been up for some time after hearing someone who I suspect was Ricci outside my door. I'd locked it the night before to avoid a solo meeting with him. I hadn't missed the fact that he kept staring at me the night before or that the only reason he'd kept away was because of the uproar my presence had started in the room of people at the party. I'm sure he has questions, and now he knows that I know how I came to be; I wonder if he's going to try the same spiel he'd given his father on me. Plus, me meeting this guy alone is not good for anyone or anything at this point. My fight or flight has been on high alert ever since we drove through the gates, and I've never been one to fly. I'd gone to bed and slept peacefully after making sure the stuff I'd hidden in my luggage hadn't been disturbed. I wouldn't put it past Fabrizio or one of the others to have gone through my stuff. It's their job to look after the old man af
GABRIEL I knew this time would come, the time when I would stand face to face alone with Ricci. I was proud of myself as I stood there outside in the winter garden where I'd purposely gone to isolate myself making it easy for him to follow. After placing little devices where needed throughout Sal's tour, which I recorded with the camera on my watch, I'd gone back to my room to rest and to check up on my handiwork. Felice and the kids had taken off somewhere, and I knew Sal was in his study with his two sons when I went on my first expedition back to Felice and Ricci's room. If anyone saw me, I could just explain myself away as being lost as it was my first time in this big house, but no one saw me, and I didn't hang around long enough to get caught. Of course, I could've probably walked in without issue since the whole staff seemed confused by my presence and because no one had kicked me out and I seemed to be Sal's new favorite grandson; who would dare object? But I didn't want
GABRIEL I didn't stick around for the theatrics, and unlike the others here, I knew the noise level was about to go way up, and the crazy would kick in. I headed back into the city, just for a walk, minding my business, and just so happened to end up in front of Teresa's place of business. I stopped outside the plate-glass window of the little boutique she owned and ran, looking down at the map as if lost. "Scusi!" I heard the door open behind me and the tread of high heels on cement. I stepped back out of the way as she approached me with a tentative smile. "Scusi, you're Gabe, no? Alonzo's son, we met at the party, you remember, I'm Teresa." "Oh, sure, uh-huh, I think I remember you. Do you live here?" I looked around at some of the high rises that flanked the row of stores and cafes. "No-no, this is my shop." She indicated the store behind us, and I turned to look at it in surprise. "Oh, okay, well, I'm sorry to have interrupted you, please don't let me disturb you. It was n
GABRIEL It took another six months before Memnon was ready to move, or at least he was finally making noises in that direction. A lot has happened in that time. First, I did not return to Sicily, not yet, but I did stay in contact with Sal, almost weekly, in fact. He would've liked more, but I knew a big fish in the water has more lure than the little one on the hook. So, I kept him waiting while giving him updates on my life, fictional, of course, but he'd find the truth of my words if he looked. I also used the time to lay the groundwork for my next big move when I finally do return to Sicily. Things were going slower than I would've liked, but all things considered, I'd not been wasting valuable time, but instead, getting things in order for my departure. In that time, I'd also been collecting and compiling my findings from the recordings I'd made from the devices I'd planted in the palazzo and also in Teresa and Antonio's home. The bottle of wine I'd sent her was long gone, b
GIANNA Are people supposed to be wary of their kids? No, not wary; I don't think that's the correct word. Scared, no, that sounds even worse. Whatever it is, I have no words to describe what's been going on in my home. Even Connie and Ron admit to being stumped, and they've been on this earth way longer than I have. I've searched high and low for information bought all the books, but no one accurately describes what it is that I see on a daily basis, which leads me to think that it's all Gabriel Russo's fault. If he wasn't so…. Grrrrrrr, whatever he is, then this wouldn't be. Reading at ten months? Full sentences not long after? We're not going to talk about walking way too soon, and the eye contact makes me feel like I'm about to be mind-controlled. I haven't even needed to exercise to get back my pre-pregnancy body; just running around all day to keep up has done that. Though Connie swears that it's my youth that made me bounce back so easily, making the pounds just fall
GABRIEL "Who are you? why are you trying to hack into my system?" I pressed some keys quickly to stop the hacker from getting any further. "So, you've seen me. Pretty good." "You're not bad yourself; now answer the question." I was calm and cold as ice. "I'm someone who is trying to save you from yourself." "I don't compute." "You know exactly what I'm talking about. That road you're about to take, it's a dead end. You shouldn't be so quick to give up on yourself. I don't want to see someone with your capabilities wasted. Stay safe!" And he's gone. Who the hell was that? Whoever he is, he's good, very good. I almost didn't see him until it was too late. I shut down and reworked some stuff on my end to safeguard myself even further. I'm not exactly nervous, but this is the first time something like this has happened. Trying to save me from myself. Memnon? No, it wasn't his crawlers, so who? I could run a reverse hack, but I get the feeling this person is too good, and I'
MANCINI The kid was a looker and not at all what I expected. There was just him and a girl in the pic, and the caption is what told us who he was. "Yeah, he looks young enough. Let's go with him. Gabriel Russo. Track, tell me what he told you again? About his mom." He went through the story again but admitted his friend was very young at the time, as was he, and he'd just been blowing off steam. It's what he'd said here and there over the years that added up in Track's mind to this kid planning to off himself once he was done with the UnSub. "Quinn, anything on the Fratelli woman?" "There's plenty; she's a social butterfly, not afraid of the camera. She's married to some hotshot investment banker. I'm combing through her life now, going back to her teens; I'll let you know when something pops. What do we know about the UnSub?" I looked at Track for answers. "Nothing, only what I told you. Nemesis never gave me a name." "Is that his handle?" "Oh shit!" "Don't sweat it. I w
DRACO "Andros, how much do you trust this guy?" "He's in the top ten." "Good enough. Thanks for this. If this thing works out, I'll send you a bottle of that Scotch you like." We man hugged, and I left to go back home. My gut tells me Mancini is on the up and up. The fact that they'd pieced together so much just from one conversation that took place so long ago between two kids told me that he doesn't just collect geniuses; he's one of them. I don't care what he's up to, so long as he saves my son, he'll be in my top ten too. I let myself relax on the jet and made myself believe that this could be a way out. I've been on edge all week thinking that Gabe was about to leave again, but it's only when I went to board the plane, and the pilot told me about the flight out tomorrow, that I knew it was a definite. I've been fighting with myself ever since, trying to find a way to stop him from going back there. I almost called Uncle Guy and told him to take out Ricci and be done with
GIANNA Sometimes I'm afraid to be as happy as I am. I think it's a fluke, an anomaly, and that someday something's going to go wrong, and it'll all be snatched away from me again. I find myself lying still in bed some mornings, waiting for the fog to clear, so I'm sure it's not a lingering dream but reality and then somedays like a child, I wanna pinch myself because my life has become too good to be true. I guess there was never any doubt that I'd forgive Gabriel; how could I not, once I heard his story? And even though I tried to hold onto that anger in the face of that because I thought it was justified, there was some innate part of me that knew it would've been wrong. Wrong to punish him further, to make him suffer even more than he already has. But now I see clearly that my forgiving him has wrought wonders in mine and my children's lives. In short, I've gained more by letting go than I would've had I held onto anger and hurt feelings. Gabriel says it means I've grown up, I
GABRIEL I sat at my desk while my family slept, staring at the computer screen where I'd been following the continuing conversations between the women since that first day. I'm still amazed, blown away more like it, at what had transpired in the days since. At first, I had no idea what was going on. I thought I'd just picked up a conversation between the women here in this room, but then it stopped making sense until I saw the name Kat and recognized it as the name of Lyon's wife. I still wasn't a hundred percent sure from their first conversation what was going on because there was a lot of talk about kids and the island, pretty tame stuff, and nothing to ring any alarm bells. Until things started to not add up. I held off on contacting Lyon to get his take until I realized that I was getting only half of the conversation, and the other half was taking place in his neck of the woods. I wasn't sure what he could do at this point unless he had a similar setup to mine, with the aut
GABRIEL "Gianna, baby, where are you?" "I'm in here!" I played with the ring box in my pocket as I made my way towards the bathroom, where the sound of her voice came from. I still get a little choked up these days when I walk into the house, and they're here. It had taken at least three or four days before the pit in my stomach disappeared. That feeling of dread that they'll all be taken from me again. Maybe that's why I've been rushing to do things, trying to bring us up to speed and correct what was wrong in the last almost two years. She doesn't know it, or maybe she does and just hasn't said anything, but everything is new to me too. When she was no longer here, there were things I didn't let myself enjoy or even participate in; now, I have a hankering for all those things. My sisters, in their bid to keep her here with me, keep giving me advice on dating. They seem to think that their brother is a colossal screw-up in that department, and there's no guessing who they hold
DRACO I hate this, hate telling my children about their brother's birth, hate having to utter the words that would reveal that he didn't come from me. How can I ease the blow? Even now, I'm more worried about Gabe than the others because it's always been about protecting him. It's always been about him knowing that he belongs. I would've given my life, so he never knew about any of this, but it's too late; it's been taken out of my hands. I tried not to resent my wife once again for her selfish act that had brought us to this. She's been beating herself up for days over this and maybe even longer. "What do you mean not your son?" Anna was rightfully angry, and I wish I could take the hurt away, but it was only going to get worst. I had yet to tell them how their mother was abased. It was her choice to tell them the truth. I knew she was doing it in part for the sake of Ricci's other children, who were now under our care. In order for the girls to accept them as their brother's si
LYON We were packing up to go since things were pretty much settled on this end. The boy seemed to be getting his shit together and was no longer hell-bent on destroying himself. Then again, the fact that he didn't know where Ricci was could have a lot to do with his easy acquiescence, but who knows. I don't exactly trust these brainy types because they always got some shit going on. If he's anything like the rest of them, namely my own kid, I know he could stand in front of me and lie with a straight face while plotting chaos and mayhem in his head. My phone rang, and I answered without checking. "Lyon!" "Hey Dev, is everything okay?" The others stopped what they were doing to look at me. Since the call was coming from the island, it could be anything. "Yeah, uh, Nia tried to hack into the secured again." "Wait, I'll put you on speaker. Say that again." He repeated himself. "How far did she get this time?" "A little further than before, but we caught her just in time." "
GIANNA I made the call, not sure what to expect. Once the congratulations were over after I told them about Gabriel and I meeting again, and they got through asking about the kids, I kinda got down to why I was calling. Now that I had them on the phone, I wasn't even sure where to begin. I was just going on instinct at this point and hoping that they could see a way to help us out. I wasn't exactly asking them to have their husbands kill someone, but I figured with Natalia's story added to the mix, they'd at least want to investigate this Ricci guy seeing as how they were into rescuing women and young girls from such situations. The truth is, I had no idea what the guys' plans were now that things with Gabriel had been settled somewhat; no one had told me what the next steps were. They didn't say much more than that they'd get back to me after discussing it with the guys, but then they asked a lot of questions which I didn't have the answers to, like where in Sicily Ricci was, et
LANCE I felt like Daniel heading into the lion's den when I approached the door to the twins' suite of rooms. Only I doubt any angel anywhere would tussle with these two. I knocked on the door and opened and entered when given the okay to come in. As soon as they saw that it was me, Anna turned her back while Rosa stuck her nose in the air. "So you're still upset with me, okay, let's hear it; what is it that has got you two so mad at me?" "You know the answer to that already, so why pretend?" "Are you two seriously jealous of this girl? Why? What is she going to take from you?" They didn't have an answer, just looked at each other with frowns on their faces. I guess it's mine and their brother's fault that they're so spoilt, though I've never seen them acting this shitty before. I'm trying to understand their position, hell I'm confused myself with a lot of things that are going on right now, but the one thing I know for certain is that I don't want them acting like this. The
GABRIEL It's weird what comes back from the past to jar you in the present. As I watched Pop play with the kids, his words from earlier kept playing over and over again in my head. Until he said it, I don't think I'd have realized that I'd stopped addressing him the way I used to as a child. It had been so long that it just got lost in the fog of everything else that has been my life. I remember the twins calling him Poppa, but vaguely and only because he mentioned it, recall myself doing so as well, which leads me to believe that since my sisters had always followed my lead, that they'd stopped calling him that when I did. I felt just a little bit sad that I'd robbed him of that. We stayed for a good half an hour until he got all the hugs and kisses in, and then it was time to go meet with Lyon, Mancini, and whoever else they had hanging around. I'd given up trying to find anything on these guys because they were ghosts. From their public persona, you would be hard-pressed to fi
GABRIEL "I've already told you, none of you are leaving here. If there's something you need, just say the word, and it's yours." Why does my patient tone set her off? She's been like a grizzly ever since waking up this morning. Maybe I'd kept her up too late. It's not my fault I find her body so appealing. Now that I don't have impending death hanging over my head, I find new freedom in our lovemaking. In fact, I'm finding freedom in a lot of things that I never gave myself a chance to enjoy. But as much as I have changed, she seems to have done some changing of her own. Her mouth, for one, has gone through a drastic metamorphosis. She never used to talk back before. In fact, I can count on one hand the times she'd raised her voice before and never at me. Now she gives me looks, sucks her teeth, and rolls her eyes. Italian brat! "I'm guessing your ass isn't sore anymore, right." And the truth just positively enrages her. It's like stating the obvious is anathema to her. I have to