Page 60 of Undercover Desires

I wonder if I had been too blinded by my own feelings to see the truth, or if she had masterfully concealed her true identity. The idea that she has been lurking in the shadows all along, working against me, fills me with anger.

As we pull up to my mansion, I feel a heavy sense of responsibility weighing on my shoulders. Who am I supposed to be loyal to? A fucking bitch who is killing my men?

I step out of the car, the cold night air hitting my face. I’m determined to uncover the truth, no matter where it leads.

Instead of heading to my bedroom, I head straight to my office.

I’m consumed by anxiety and impatience as I call my private investigator, Rafael. I order him to find out more information about Rachel. I pace back and forth in my dimly lit office, the message she sent me still fresh in my mind. How could she have hidden her true identity so well? How did she become such a ruthless killer?

The phone rings, and my heart hammers in my chest as I await Rafael’s response. His calm and collected voice offers me a glimmer of hope.

“Capo, I’ve been digging into Rachel’s background,” he says. “I’ve made some progress, but it’s a mess.”

“Tell me what you found.”

“First,” Rafael continues, “I’ve managed to locate Rachel’s original birth certificate. There’s no mention of her father. This is deliberate, something from her past that someone has tried to keep hidden.”

“But that’s not all,” Rafael adds. “I’ve found that there’s a connection with your family.”

My blood runs cold at the mention of my clan’s involvement.

“Over twenty years ago,” Rafael continues, “There was a waitress working at one of the bars your father owned. I am looking at a police report here. The woman, Marcia, claims that after one of her night shifts, she was raped.”

I am trying to swallow the bile forming in my throat. Did my father do it? Did he even know?

“What else did you find out?”

“Well, the report was chilling. Not much was done to follow up on the case. However, according to some coroner reports I have been able to dig up… the guy who did this is still alive.”

Then it couldn’t be my father. Thank God.

This is it. This must be her next target. I am almost afraid to ask. “Do you have a name?”

Rafael flips through some files before saying, “Yes. According to this police report, the rapist is Nicola Moreno.”

The sick fucker.

“Got it. Anything else?”

Rafael clears his throat, “On such short notice, that was all I could find, but I am going to keep digging and have more for you by tomorrow.”

“That would be great. Do I wire money to the same account from last time?”

“Yes, boss.”

I hang up, then pick up a whisky bottle from my desk and go sit down. This whole situation is a lot more fucked up than I could have imagined. Nicola Moreno?

And now Rachel is trying to kill him.

Was she just using me the whole time to get close to the mafia?

Then I remember the look of her face. If she had known earlier, if she was really planning to kill me, she had so many opportunities to go through with that. I cannot count the times she let me sleep beside her, knowing well that she was going to murder me. Why not murder me in my fucking sleep? It doesn’t add up.

Then I suddenly remember the look of confusion and devastation as she pressed her gun into my chest.

Maybe she didn’t know either? She had said she was looking for my father…

This does not change the fact that she was going to, and was planning on killing the heads of the Cosa Nostra. How did she get away with it? None of this makes sense.

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