My Corrupt Uncle Forced Me to Work off Fake Mob Debts in a Backroom Clinic — Until My Sleeves Rolled Up and Revealed My Late Father's Elite Trident Tattoo
The fluorescent hum in the storage room seemed to amplify the silence after Bruno’s confession. I gripped the thallium ledger, its weight suddenly feeling immense.
“He tried to kill my father slowly,” I whispered, the words tasting like ash.
Bruno nodded, his face grim. “He’s always been a snake. But this… this is too much. Family is everything, Maya. Victor forgot that.”
I remembered the $340,000 promissory note, the one Victor claimed was my father’s debt. I pulled it from my pocket, the crisp paper crinkling.
“Look at this,” I said, flattening it against a stack of boxes. I pointed to the notary stamp, the glaringly expired registration number. “Fanucci signed this.”
Bruno leaned in, his eyes scanning the document. He pulled a penlight from his jacket pocket, shining a thin beam onto the stamp.
“This isn’t just an expired number,” he murmured. He traced the faint outline of the symbol within the stamp. “This specific stamp… it was stolen from Lombardi’s accountant. Back in 2020. During the takeover of their North End territory.”
My stomach dropped. This wasn’t just a simple forgery with an old stamp. This was a direct link to another mob family, a past turf war. It exposed Fanucci as an active participant in criminal enterprise, and Victor as a liar manipulating the situation.
“Victor lied about the debt,” Bruno stated, his voice devoid of emotion, just pure, cold fact. “He fabricated it all to enslave you. To keep you here, in the clinic.”
He looked at me, a flicker of something close to regret in his eyes. “You need to expose him. Before he ruins everything.”
“How?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
Bruno looked around the room, then back at me. “Victor keeps his private files, the real ones, in a wall safe in his office. Behind the portrait of his first wife.” He paused. “I can get you five minutes. Unmonitored access. Tomorrow night. While he’s out.”
It was a dangerous offer, a direct act of betrayal against his boss. But it was also my only chance.
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