For several seconds, I forgot how to breathe.

My mother stood in the doorway, a gun held steadily in her right hand. Her dark hair was shorter than I remembered from the photographs, and a thin scar crossed her cheek. But her eyes were unmistakable.

My eyes.

“Elena,” she whispered.

The sound of my name coming from her lips nearly broke me.

I took one hesitant step forward. “Mom?”

Her expression crumpled for a fraction of a second before she raised her weapon again.

“Don't come any closer.”

I stopped.

Behind me, Adrian moved slightly, positioning himself between me and the open vault.

My mother noticed immediately.

“Adrian Moretti,” she said coldly. “Of course you're here.”

He raised his hands, keeping them away from his gun. “Mrs. Reed.”

“Don't call me that.”

“Then tell us what we should call you.”

She ignored him, her attention fixed on me.

“You shouldn't have come here.”

I laughed, although there was nothing funny about the situation. “That's your opening line? You disappear for my entire life, turn up with a gun, and tell me I shouldn't have come?”

Pain flashed across her face.

“You don't understand.”

“Then explain it to me!”

The words burst from my mouth before I could stop them.

“Where were you? Why did Dad tell me you were gone? Why did everyone let me believe you abandoned me?”

My mother lowered her weapon slightly.

“Your father didn't want you to know what happened.”

“Convenient.”

“Elena—”

“No. You don't get to say my name like you have any right to comfort me.”

Silence filled the vault.

For the first time, her gun began to tremble.

“I never abandoned you,” she whispered. “I stayed away because the people who killed your father were looking for you. If they believed I was dead, they would stop searching for both of us.”

“And you thought leaving me alone was protecting me?”

“I thought it was the only way to keep you alive.”

I shook my head. “Everyone keeps saying that. Adrian said it. My father wrote it. Now you say it. Apparently, the only way to love me is to lie to me.”

Adrian looked down.

My mother closed her eyes briefly.

“You have every right to hate me.”

“Good. At least we agree on something.”

A distant explosion shook the warehouse.

Dust fell from the ceiling.

Lucian hurried toward the entrance. “We need to leave. The countdown must have triggered another mechanism.”

My mother immediately pointed her gun at him.

“Stay where you are.”

Lucian froze.

“Who activated the explosives?” Adrian demanded.

My mother looked at him. “Marcus.”

“Marcus is outside?”

“He's been watching this place from the beginning.”

Adrian swore and moved toward the doorway.

My mother fired a shot into the floor in front of him.

“Don't move!”

He stopped, his expression murderous.

“You've got about three seconds to explain why I shouldn't put a bullet through your shoulder.”

“Because Marcus has your brother's blood on his hands, and he's about to make sure you join him.”

A second explosion thundered overhead.

The lights flickered.

My mother turned to me.

“There's a tunnel behind the filing cabinets. It leads to the docks. Take Adrian and Lucian and get out.”

I stared at her. “What about you?”

“I have something to finish.”

“No.”

Her eyes widened.

I stepped toward her despite the weapon in her hand.

“You don't get to disappear again. Not after everything.”

For a moment, she looked like she might cry.

Then she reached into her coat and pulled out a small silver object.

My pendant.

She tossed it toward me.

I caught it instinctively.

“The key inside that pendant opens a second compartment in the vault,” she said. “Your father left something there specifically for you.”

I looked down at the necklace.

“What is it?”

“The truth about who ordered his death.”

Adrian went completely still.

My mother turned toward him.

“And the truth about what your father did before he died.”

His face hardened. “What does that mean?”

She looked at him with an expression I couldn't decipher.

“Anth

Adrian stared at me as though I had just pointed a gun at his heart.


"Answer me," I demanded. "What happened the night my father died?"


I let out a bitter laugh. "Of course. Another secret. Another convenient excuse."


"No! You've dragged me into your world, people are trying to kill me, and now I discover that your family might be responsible for my father's death. You don't get to tell me when I deserve the truth."


Something flickered across his face before he stepped back.


"Six years ago, my father received a call shortly before he died," he said quietly. "He left the house alone and never returned."


"The last person he spoke to was your father."


I shook my head, struggling to breathe. "Why didn't you tell me this before?"


"Because I didn't know who your father was until Samuel showed us that photograph."


I turned away, pressing my trembling fingers against my forehead.


My father had died on the same night as Adrian's father.


And somehow, both families had spent six years hiding the truth.


Before I could ask another question, Marco rushed into the room.


"Boss, Lucian isn't answering his phone."


"He's left the estate. His security team says he went alone."


Adrian watched the video that appeared on the screen. His expression grew darker with every passing second.


Lucian was sitting in a dimly lit room, his hands tied behind his back. A man stood behind him, holding a gun against his head.


A distorted voice filled the recording.


"Bring Elena and the key to the old railway station before midnight. Come alone, Adrian Moretti, or your brother dies."


I looked down at the brass key in my palm.


For six years, I had wanted answers about my father. Now those answers were within reach, but every step closer seemed to put another life in danger.


His expression turned cold. "And I'm not letting you walk into an ambush."


He stared at me for a long moment before reaching for his gun.


"Stay behind me. Whatever happens, don't leave my side."


As we headed toward the elevator, Adrian caught my wrist.


"If anything goes wrong, you run. Don't try to save me, and don't look back."


His eyes narrowed, but he didn't argue.


For the first time, we were on the same side.


Unfortunately, neither of us knew that the person waiting at the railway station wasn't planning to trade Lucian for the key.


Chapter 6 - 6.