CHAPTER 111. The Perfect MomentMason drummed his fingers on the kitchen counter. He had been waiting for hours for the man he was told could handle the job. He was furious, anxious to hear what his contact had to say. Finally, there was a knock at the door, and a short, scrawny, utterly insignificant-looking man with a suitcase greeted him.“I’m not buying anything,” Mason growled, but before he could close the door, the man stopped him.“But I am for sale, for a good price, of course.”Mason frowned.“You’re the one they call 'Rat'?” he asked incredulously.“The one and only,” the man smiled.Mason tensed, his heart racing as he let him in.“Tell me you’re good for something.”“What I can do will cost you double what you offered. Zack Keller is a complicated target. His apartment is a fortress, his building is full of cameras, and his parking lot is completely private,” the man replied. “He’s always on the move, and his office is no longer easily accessible. The building is very wel

CHAPTER 113. We have a problemAs they began their little road trip, Zack and Andrea headed north, and the landscape changed quickly. The air smelled of pine, and the sky was brighter. They drove with the windows down, the wind in their faces, while Zack sang along with the radio and Adriana laughed in her car seat in the back.After an hour, they left the highway for a gravel road and drove a few more miles until they reached Mrs. Wilson's residence. It was a small, picturesque villa surrounded by grass and trees. As they approached, they saw numerous elderly people exercising in the garden, while others relaxed in rocking chairs and patio seats.Mrs. Wilson greeted them with open arms and a huge smile on her face.“But how big the princess has grown!” she exclaimed upon seeing Adriana, and the baby must have recognized her immediately because she refused to leave her lap the entire time they were there.She talked about her life at the residence and the new friends she had made.“Th

CHAPTER 115. I want my call and my lawyerAndrea was furious when she saw Mason enter the interrogation room. She knew he was out for revenge, and now she knew where it was coming from.—Bastard! It was you! —she exclaimed, standing up because she had no doubt that this was Mason’s doing.He gestured to the police officers, who immediately left the room, leaving them alone.—You’re not the only one with good contacts in the police —he said, turning off the small camera inside the room—. Turns out if you pay enough, you can get a lot of help from the honorable Police Department of this city.Andrea clenched her fists in helplessness.—You’re a criminal, and you’re going to pay for this! Zack won’t sit quietly while you frame me! —she spat with hatred. Mason had set a trap for his own benefit; what Andrea didn’t know was that she was just the bait.Mason looked at her with disdain, daring her to do something, and smiled cynically.—Well, the truth is, the evidence is irrefutable. Two ki

CHAPTER 117. We’ll take care of herNoémi stood petrified at the door while she stared at Zack, who was standing at the threshold with a suitcase and a baby in his arms. When Chiara joined her out of curiosity, the shock was mutual.“Zack...? What are you doing here?” she stammered.“You better sit down,” he said, entering the house. “We need to talk.”The twins looked at each other, but after noticing he was alone, they closed the door and followed him to the living room.“If I'm here, it's because I need your help.”“What do you mean?” Noémi asked. “What's going on?”Telling them everything that was happening, unfortunately, included a much longer story that he couldn't gloss over.“See? I told you!” Chiara exclaimed, standing up. “I knew she wasn’t your daughter, and there you were, lying to our faces!”“Who the hell cares that she’s not my biological daughter, Chiara?” Zack snapped. “She’s still my family, and I’m going to take care of her. That’s why I’m here—because her mother i

CHAPTER 119. The Worst of Them All"I just need one name. Just one," Zack demanded in his next call with lawyer Gazca. "Every man fears someone, Licenciado, and Mr. Rizzuto is no exception."Gazca had given him that name: John Hopkins.Four hours later, Zack found himself sitting in an all-white, brightly lit office at the Langley headquarters in Virginia. All he had to do was mention that name and Rizzuto's in the same sentence to be immediately brought to the man himself."Are you sure you want to do this?" the agent asked suspiciously. Zack understood; it wasn’t every day someone walked into the CIA claiming they wanted to help capture the biggest mafia boss in Montreal. "Why don't you be honest with me and tell me what you have against Vito Rizzuto?"Zack took a small notepad and wrote down two words: "Andrea Brand.""Look her up and I’ll tell you why I’m here."John Hopkins stood up and immediately began making calls. He was a serious, stern man, around thirty-five years old, wit