Page 122 of Powerful Deception

Roberto Gallo.

The man I went to for help in bringing down Dante. The man that I thought was on my side in bringing powerful people down. The man that I sent information to, is the man that I shouldn’t be going after all along.

Roberto Gallo killed my father.

This whole time I was trying to pin it on Dante, find something that told me that he did it, but I was looking in the wrong direction. I should have been looking at the man that was encouraging me to find information that wasn’t there.

“He’s lying to you. You saw the picture, he was at your father’s house the day he died.” Gallo argues, his face red with anger, the picture he showed me crumpled up in his hand.

“Dante?” I turn back to the man that owns every piece of me.

When he spoke, I thought that I was dreaming. For a few short moments, I thought that he was dead and I would have to untie him just like my father.

He was so still.

I thought that Gallo was just putting on a show and wanted me to pull the trigger so that I would get repercussions that came with killing the devil.

For a second, I thought of doing it.

I figured I’ve done so many wrongs when it came to this man, that I deserved to pay. I deserved to serve time in prison for putting a bullet in his head.

Then he spoke.

He spoke and it was like this wave of relief traveled through my whole body.

I was no longer crying tears of pain and desperation, but tears of joy.

Because he was still alive and I didn’t have to go back to the manor and tell Alessandra and Angel that their papi was never coming back.

Dante lets out a groan as he shifts, his arms trying to loosen some of the straps.

He looks at me straight on, his handsome face bloody and swollen but I can still see the sincerity in his features.

“Yes, I was there the day he died, but not because I was the one that beat him to a bloody pulp. I was there to fucking warn him that he was in too deep.”

Dante struggles to get the words out and by the sound of the wheezing that is coming out of him, something may be wrong with his lungs.

I go to move closer to him but I’m stopped when Gallo yanks me back. A pain shoots through my arm and I have to fight the urge to let out a scream.

Dante catches sight of this and even though he is beaten himself, he looks like he wants to kill Gallo for even touching me.

“He’s lying to you. Don’t listen to the fucker. He’s just trying to get out of getting executed.” Gallo throws out his grip on my arm telling me how pissed at you.

“I’ve never lied to you, Arianna.” Dante wheezes out, his chest moving more rapidly. “You know that. Yes, I’ve held information from you, but never lied.”

He’s right, he hasn’t.

In all the time that I’ve worked for him and been with him, he hasn’t lied. At least not that I know of. Whenever I asked he always told me the truth.

He opened up about Angelina, he told me that he was the head of the mafia.

But is he really being truthful about this?

He has no reason to lie.

The one that has every reason to lie through his teeth, is Gallo. Dante is already beaten, probably has a collapsed lung, and close to death he has no need to give me lies. But Gallo does.

Gallo has every reason to lie.

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