THE MAFIA BOSS WATCHED ME CATCH THE BLUE BIRTHDAY BALLOON HIS NINE-YEAR-OLD SON'S FUTURE STEPMOTHER HAD JUST CUT LOOSE DURING HIS ENGAGEMENT DINNER

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I held the tiny silver USB drive and the brass safe-deposit key out on my palm under the hallway sconce.

Luca's eyes narrowed immediately.

He took them from my hand, his warm fingers brushing against my palm and sending an unexpected jolt straight up my arm.

"Where did this come from?" he asked quietly.

"It was right under the radiator outside Benjamin's closet," I whispered, glancing back toward the bedroom where Caroline was softly singing Benjamin back to sleep. "Right where Miss Bellini dropped her clutch when Marco pulled her out into the hallway."

Luca turned the brass key over between his thumb and forefinger.

"First National Bank," he murmured. "Vanessa told me all of her accounts were transferred to Chase last month when we signed the prenuptial disclosures."

Before he could take it down to his study to check what was on the USB drive, the red house intercom on the third-floor wall buzzed sharply.

Luca picked up the receiver so the ringing wouldn't wake Benjamin.

"Yes, Marco?"

I watched Luca's jaw tighten as he listened.

"Keep them in the foyer," Luca said coldly, and hung up.

He looked at me, his dark eyes hardening.

"Vanessa didn't leave the property," he said. "She called the Chicago Police Department from her car outside the gates. Two patrol officers and a detective from the Gold Coast precinct just arrived at the front door—along with Victor Bellini."

My stomach plummeted into my shoes. "The police? Why would she call the police after what she did?"

"Because she's claiming a seventy-five-thousand-dollar diamond heirloom bracelet went missing from the powder room tonight," Luca said, his voice grim. "And she told the detective she watched the housemaid steal it."

The blood drained from my face so fast the hallway spun.

"Mr. Moretti, I swear to you—"

"I know you didn't touch her bracelet, Rachel," Luca said immediately, placing a steady, reassuring hand on my shoulder. "She's retaliating because you exposed the boarding school brochure in front of thirty guests and stopped her from hurting Ben upstairs. Stay right here."

"If I hide upstairs while the police are asking for me, it will look like I'm guilty," I said, squaring my shoulders even though my hands were ice-cold. "And I have nothing to hide."

Luca studied my face for a second, a flash of fierce respect flickering in his dark eyes.

"Then stay right beside me," he said. "And don't say a word unless I tell you to."

When we walked down the grand marble staircase together, the crystal chandelier in the foyer illuminated a scene calculated for maximum drama.

Vanessa stood wrapped in a white mink coat over her red silk gown,dabbing her eyes for two uniformed officers and a heavyset detective in a trench coat.

Victor Bellini stood beside her, pointing his finger furiously at Marco.

"There she is!" Vanessa cried the second my black uniform shoes hit the bottom step. "Detective Miller, that's Rachel Morgan! She's the maid who attacked me upstairs when I caught her going through my coat in the third-floor hallway!"

Detective Miller stepped forward, flipping open a small leather notepad.

"Mr. Moretti," the detective said cautiously, clearly aware of whose house he was standing in, yet trapped by the presence of Councilman Victor Bellini. "Miss Bellini has filed a formal complaint for felony grand theft and battery. She states that her mother's diamond tennis bracelet was in her mink coat pocket in the staff coatroom, and she saw Miss Morgan take it after being terminated at dinner."

"First of all, Detective," Luca said, stopping at the bottom of the stairs with one hand resting calmly on the mahogany banister, "Rachel Morgan was not terminated. My former fiancée was."

Vanessa flushed crimson.

"Second," Luca continued smoothly, "Miss Morgan was with me and my nine-year-old son in the dining room and on the third floor for the last hour."

"Then she won't mind emptying her coat pockets right now, will she?" Victor Bellini sneered, gesturing toward the staff cloakroom just off the foyer. "Unless you're protecting a thief out of spite, Luca!"

"Check my coat," I said clearly, stepping forward before Luca could object. "My gray wool coat is hanging on hook four in the staff room. My purse is on the shelf above it. I haven't been inside that room since five-thirty this afternoon."

A smug, terrifyingly calm smile curled the corner of Vanessa's red lips.

Wait.

Why was she smiling?

My heart stopped.

When Marco and I had sprinted down to the basement boiler room to rescue Benjamin's teddy bear from the trash compactor at nine-fifty, we had used the back service stairs.

While we were in the basement, Vanessa had been left upstairs for nearly ten minutes before Marco came up to escort her out.

And to get her white mink coat before walking out the front door, she would have walked right past the unlocked staff cloakroom.

Detective Miller walked over to the cloakroom door, pulled my worn gray wool winter coat off hook four, and carried it out into the center of the foyer under the chandelier.

He reached into the left pocket and pulled out my bus pass and a pack of mints.

Then he reached into the right pocket.

When his hand came out, a thick platinum-and-diamond tennis bracelet dangled from his fingers, glittering blindingly beneath the crystal lights.

"Oh, my God," I whispered, stepping backward until my spine hit the marble staircase. "I didn't put that there. Somebody planted that in my coat!"

"There it is!" Vanessa gasped, clasping her hands over her mouth in mock horror. "My mother's bracelet! Detective, I want her in handcuffs right now! That's a Class 1 felony! Up to fifteen years in state prison!"

Victor Bellini crossed his arms, looking directly at Luca. "Well, Moretti? The evidence is right in front of the Chicago Police Department. Even you can't argue with diamonds in a maid's pocket."

Detective Miller unclipped a pair of steel handcuffs from his belt, stepping toward me. "Miss Morgan, I'm going to have to ask you to turn around and place your hands behind your back—"

"If you put those cuffs on her, Detective," Luca said, stepping directly between the policeman and me, "I suggest you call your captain first and ask him what happens when an officer makes a false arrest on private property without checking the security footage."

Vanessa's smile faltered slightly, then recovered.

"The hallway camera outside the staff cloakroom has been broken since Wednesday, Luca," she said sweetly. "Remember? The electrician came while you were at the docks because the wiring shorted out."

So she had even checked the camera blind spots before planting it.

She had planned every single move to make sure I went to prison tonight so I could never testify about the forged documents or the abuse she had put Benjamin through.

"The hallway camera was disconnected on Wednesday," Luca agreed, his voice silkily calm. "By a technician who happened to receive five hundred dollars in cash from your personal assistant, Vanessa."

Vanessa's breath hitched.

"Marco noticed the dead feed on Thursday morning during our pre-party security sweep," Luca continued, pulling his sleek black tablet from the hall table and tapping the screen twice. "When someone pays to blind a camera in my house, I don't fix the wire on the wall. I put a pinhole camera inside the smoke detector directly above the coat rack."

Every drop of blood vanished from Vanessa's face.

Luca turned the tablet screen toward Detective Miller and hit play.

In crisp, high-definition color with a timestamp reading 21:54:12—the exact minute I was in the basement pulling Benjamin's bear out of the compactor—the video showed Vanessa hurrying down the back stairs, glancing over her shoulder, slipping her hand into her red silk gown, and shoving the diamond tennis bracelet deep into the right pocket of my gray wool coat before grabbing her white mink off the rack.

The silence in the foyer was absolute.

Even the rain outside seemed to quiet against the stained-glass windows.

Detective Miller stared at the tablet screen, then slowly clipped his handcuffs back onto his belt and turned toward Vanessa.

"Filing a false felony police report and tampering with evidence to frame an innocent citizen is a crime in the state of Illinois, Miss Bellini," Detective Miller said, his tone dropping ten degrees as he looked at Victor. "Councilman, I suggest you get your daughter out of here before Mr. Moretti decides to press charges for criminal trespass and unlawful restraint of his employee."

"We're leaving," Victor snapped, his face purple with humiliation as he grabbed Vanessa's arm so hard her mink coat slipped off one shoulder.

"Keep the bracelet, Detective," Luca added coldly, reaching into his shirt pocket and tossing the four-carat engagement ring onto the silver hall tray with a sharp clatter. "Wait—actually, take that bracelet as evidence for my lawyer. Because I paid for that bracelet at Cartier last Christmas, which means technically, she just tried to steal my property."

Vanessa let out a strangled scream of rage as her father dragged her out into the pouring rain toward their waiting Maybach, the police officers following closely behind them.

When the massive oak doors slammed shut for the second time that night, my legs finally gave out.

I sank down onto the third step of the marble staircase, burying my face in my hands as the delayed terror crashed over me in waves.

If Luca hadn't installed that hidden camera on Thursday—if I had been anyone else working in any other billionaire's mansion—I would be sitting in the back of a squad car right now while my mother waited alone in her apartment for rent money that would never come.

Suddenly, I felt the warmth of a body sitting down on the marble step right beside me.

Luca didn't care about his tailored trousers or his reputation.

He gently reached out, pried my cold hands away from my face, and held both of my fingers between his large, warm palms.

"Look at me, Rachel," he murmured.

I looked up at him, my eyelashes wet.

"You stood in front of my son tonight when you had everything to lose," Luca said, his dark eyes burning into mine from inches away. "As long as I am breathing, nobody will ever put you in handcuffs, nobody will ever take your livelihood, and nobody in this city will ever lay a finger on you."

Then he pulled the little silver USB drive and the bank key Number 409 out of his pocket again.