Chapter 2 - THE PILL BOTTLE IN HIS POCKET
The dining room of the Moretti mansion fell into a silence so deep it felt like a vacuum.
Thirty-six guests stopped breathing.
Luca remained perfectly still, kneeling beside his mother’s chair. His dark eyes slowly shifted from Teresa’s trembling hand to his younger brother standing in the doorway.
“Michael,” Luca said, his voice dropping to a terrifying, quiet register. “What is my mother talking about?”
Michael offered a practiced, effortless smile. He stepped fully into the dining room, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored dinner jacket.
“Luca, please,” Michael laughed softly. “Mom is having another one of her episodes. She’s confused. And this girl—” he gestured toward me with a dismissive wave, “—is taking advantage of her dementia to secure a permanent nursing position.”
“I do not have dementia,” Teresa said, her voice shaking but fiercely clear.
Vanessa immediately moved to Michael’s side. “Darling, she doesn’t know what she’s saying. Hannah has been filling her head with these paranoid fantasies all week.”
Luca didn’t look at his fiancée. He didn’t stand up. He kept his eyes locked on his brother.
“Mom asked a question, Michael,” Luca said. “Who was in that bedroom with dad the night he died?”
“Nobody!” Michael snapped, his smile finally slipping. “Dad had a heart attack in his sleep. The coroner signed the papers four years ago. This is insane.”
“It wasn’t a heart attack,” Teresa whispered.
She turned to Luca, tears streaming down her wrinkled cheeks.
“Your father was awake, Luca. He was arguing with someone. He was clutching his chest, begging for his medication. But the person in the room wouldn’t give it to him.”
Luca’s face went entirely white. “Mom… you told the police you were asleep. You said you woke up and found him.”
“Because they told me they would kill you if I told the truth,” Teresa sobbed, her hands gripping her napkin. “They said you would be next.”
The guests began murmuring in horrified whispers. Luca’s uncle, sitting at the far end of the table, slowly stood up.
“Who said they would kill me?” Luca asked, his voice cracking.
Teresa looked directly at Michael.
Michael scoffed, shaking his head. “This is ridiculous. You’re going to believe a sick old woman and a maid over your own flesh and blood? Luca, I loved Dad.”
“Hannah,” Luca said softly, never taking his eyes off his brother. “What did you hear him say to her yesterday?”
My hands were shaking so badly I had to grip the back of Teresa’s chair. I looked at Michael. His eyes were completely cold, silently promising me that if I spoke, I would never see my mother again.
But I looked down at Teresa. She had protected me. She was risking everything.
“He came into her room while I was folding laundry in the closet,” I said, my voice echoing in the quiet room. “He didn’t know I was there. He told her she was becoming a liability. He said, ‘If Luca finds out I was in the room when the old man took his last breath, I won’t get a dime of the estate. You’re leaving tomorrow, or I’ll finish what I started four years ago.’”
Vanessa gasped, stepping away from Michael. “Michael… is this true?”
“She’s lying!” Michael roared, taking a step toward me.
But Luca was faster.
In a fraction of a second, the mafia boss stood up, crossing the distance between them. He grabbed Michael by the throat and slammed him violently against the mahogany dining room doors.
Women screamed. Chairs scraped backward as guests scrambled away from the table.
“Luca!” Vanessa shrieked, grabbing his arm. “Stop it!”
Luca ignored her. He pinned his brother against the wood, his forearm pressing against Michael’s windpipe.
“You watched him die?” Luca growled, his face inches from Michael’s. “You let our father die for money?”
“I didn’t… do it,” Michael choked out, his face turning red. “She’s… lying!”
“Hannah isn’t lying,” Teresa said.
The old woman slowly stood up. Her legs were trembling, but she refused my help. She reached into the pocket of her knitted cardigan and pulled out a small, heavy object.
It was a silver pill bottle.
“Your father kept his nitroglycerin pills in this,” Teresa said, holding the antique silver vial up to the light. “He never took it off his bedside table.”
Luca looked back at his mother, his grip on Michael loosening slightly. “I haven’t seen that bottle since the funeral.”
“Because it wasn’t on the bedside table when the paramedics arrived,” Teresa said. “I found it yesterday. Hidden in the back of Michael’s desk.”
Michael’s eyes widened in sheer panic.
Teresa opened her trembling hand.
“And it’s not empty, Luca,” she whispered.
She turned the silver bottle over.
Three small white pills fell into her palm.
“He didn’t just withhold his medicine,” Teresa cried. “He swapped the pills.”
Luca stared at the pills, the ultimate proof of his brother’s betrayal. He slowly turned his head back to Michael.
But Michael was no longer choking.
He was smiling.
And before Luca could react, Michael reached into his tuxedo jacket, pulled out a suppressed handgun, and pressed it directly against Luca’s chest.
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“I told you she was a liability, Vanessa,” Michael said coldly. “Tell the guards to lock the front doors. Nobody leaves.”
TITLE: THE FIANCÉE AND THE FIREPLACE
