A few days passed and Lucca returned. Bastien was drinking in the office as usual, since Kate left he hadn’t stopped drinking—

—Bastien.

—What’s going on?

—I found him.

—What?

—The proof that that son of a bitch is lying.

—What do you mean? —Lucca handed him a folder, inside were photos of a small boy no older than five years old—

—What is this?

—The brother of the man you tortured has leukemia; he was dying, but a week ago he was operated on and all the expenses were paid. He is recovering.

—And what does that mean?

—I’ll show you, come—Lucca stood up and they went to the dungeon. The man hanging on the wall was covered in scars, bruises, burns, barely standing. Seeing them enter, he smiled.

—You still don’t believe my beloved Kate was mine? —anger bubbled inside Bastien, but before he could approach, Lucca placed his hand on Bastien’s chest to stop him and showed a tablet with a video on it. The man’s eyes widened as they saw a small child playing in it—

—You know we’re involved in