Chapter 23 – The Connection
I stared at my phone, my heart pounding as I read the message from the private investigator.
“I’ve found something. There’s a direct connection to your mother’s death.”
My grip tightened around the device, my jaw clenching. This was it. The moment I had been waiting for.
“Xavier?” Rachel’s worried voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “What’s wrong?”
I slid my phone into my pocket, masking my emotions. “We need to go.”
Gerald scoffed, stepping in front of us. “Leave? When I’m not done talking to you?” His voice was sharp, filled with the arrogance I had grown to despise.
I met his gaze, my tone ice–cold. “We have nothing to discuss.”
His eyes narrowed. “You barged into my event, caused a scene, and now you think you can just walk out?”
I took a step closer, lowering my voice so only he could hear. “I’m coming for war, Gerald. Every single person involved in my mother’s death will pay.”
A flicker of something crossed his face–anger? Fear? It didn’t matter. I was done playing
games.
I grabbed Rachel’s hand, pulling her with me as we strode out of the hall. The whispers followed us, but I didn’t care. My mind was on one thing: revenge.
By the time we arrived home, Rachel was still eyeing me with concern. She waited until we stepped into the living room before speaking.
“Xavier, tell me what’s going on.”
I exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over my face. “The private investigator sent me a message. He found a connection to my mother’s death.”
Rachel’s expression hardened. “What kind of connection?”
Before I could answer, the butler walked in, followed by the Pl. The older man held a folder in his hand, his face grim.
“I assume you saw my message?” he asked.
I nodded. “Show me what you found.”
He placed the folder on the coffee table and opened it. Inside were several documents- bank statements, transaction records, and an official report.
“The Russo Corporation,” the PI said, pointing at the papers. “They wired a large sum of money to an offshore account that belongs to the man responsible for the accident three
years ago.”
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By the time we arrived home, Rachel was still eyeing me with concern. She waited until we stepped into the living room before speaking.
“Xavier, tell me what’s going on.”
I exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over my face. “The private investigator sent me a message. He found a connection to my mother’s death.”
Rachel’s expression hardened. “What kind of connection?”
Before I could answer, the butler walked in, followed by the PI. The older man held a folder in his hand, his face grim.
“I assume you saw my message?” he asked.
I nodded. “Show me what you found.”
He placed the folder on the coffee table and opened it. Inside were several documents- bank statements, transaction records, and an official report.
“The Russo Corporation,” the PI said, pointing at the papers. “They wired a large sum of money to an offshore account that belongs to the man responsible for the accident three years ago.”
Rachel sucked in a sharp breath. “So, it wasn’t just an accident.”
I stared at the documents, anger boiling beneath my skin. The Russo family had been involved in my mother’s death.
“This is enough to take them down,” the PI continued. “Once this information gets out, they’ll have no way to cover their tracks.”
I turned to my butler. “Release it. Spread it everywhere.”
The butler nodded and left the room immediately.
Rachel watched me closely. “What’s your plan now?”
I leaned back against the couch, my hands clenched into fists. “Now, we wait. With this evidence out in the open, they’ll start scrambling to hide their tracks. And when they do, they’ll expose themselves.”
A small smile played on Rachel’s lips. “You handled today well. You didn’t let Gerald or anyone else intimidate you.”
I looked at her, my expression softening. “I told you, I’m done being the weak one.”
She reached out, touching my hand. “You’ll find your mother’s killer, Xavier. And when you do, they’ll regret ever crossing you.”
A slow smirk formed on my lips. “And what about you? What’s your plan for Michael and his family?”
Rachel’s eyes darkened with amusement. “Oh, Xavier, don’t you see? As you bring them pain, it benefits me too.”
I chuckled, pulling
her closer. “I like the way you think.”
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I looked at her, my expression softening. “I told you, I’m done being the weak one.”
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She reached out, touching my hand. “You’ll find your mother’s killer, Xavier. And when you do, they’ll regret ever crossing you.”
A slow smirk formed on my lips. “And what about you? What’s your plan for Michael and his family?”
Rachel’s eyes darkened with amusement. “Oh, Xavier, don’t you see? As you bring them pain, it benefits me too.”
I chuckled, pulling her closer. “I like the way you think.”
She smiled, and I leaned in, pressing a kiss against her lips. For a moment, the world outside didn’t exist. It was just the two of us, bound by our desire for revenge, by the hunger for justice.
But then, her phone rang.
Rachel pulled back, frowning as she reached for it. She glanced at the screen, and frowned.
Her hand trembled slightly as she answered.
“Hello?”
Silence.
Then, her expression shifted into pure fear.
I watched her closely, my chest tightening. “Rachel?”
She swallowed hard and took a shaky breath. “I… I have to go.”
I immediately stood up. “Go where? Who was that?”
Her eyes glazed over as she stared at me, tears filling her eyes.
The phone dropped from her hands shattering on the floor as she grabbed my hand.
“We have to go, Xavier, it’s my… my… my grandparents,” she cried.
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