A Midnight Package Delivered To My Desk Contains A Severed Hand And A 60-Minute Timer Pointing To My Son's Family
👉 Previous Decision: You chose to threaten to turn over all DeLuca ledgers to federal prosecutors immediately.
“I’ll turn over every single DeLuca ledger to federal prosecutors,” I snarled, my voice low and menacing. “Every account. Every name. Julian won’t just lose the properties, Clara. He’ll do hard time for racketeering.”
Clara’s calm facade finally cracked. A flicker of genuine fear crossed her eyes. Julian was her leverage, her claim to legitimacy. Protecting him was paramount.
“Don’t be a fool, Victor,” she said, her voice tight. “You’ll bring down the entire family. Including yourself.”
But I knew the only way to save my son, to prevent him from fully sinking into this abyss, was to take the fall. I signed a full confession, taking sole responsibility for the old DeLuca bank accounts, for the $1.2 million, for all of it. A calculated sacrifice.
I entered federal witness protection under a false identity, leaving Newark forever. A desert town, anonymous and quiet, became my exile. I watched news reports from afar, seeing Clara assume undisputed command of the syndicate, Julian by her side.
My efforts spared Julian the prison sentence, but at the cost of my life, my name, my city. Clara thrived, her power growing. I lived in isolation, watching the rising power of my family, a bitter taste in my mouth.
⚠️ BITTERSWEET ENDING / SACRIFICE
You sacrificed everything to save your son, living in exile while your family’s criminal empire flourished. 👈 Click to return to Chapter 16 to choose a different path
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