His brows rose. “You’ve been studying my Mafia case? Why?”
“Well, Mr. Callahan was involved, wasn’t he? You know I cited his work on the Kassel case in my law school admissions essay. I was thinking about expanding my study of his career.”
Daddy gave me an affected frown, but his eyes danced with a teasing light. “You’re more impressed with Mike Callahan than your old man?”
I ducked my head, my cheeks heating from the lies I was spinning while staying as close to the truth as possible. “I don’t want to go into politics. You know that. I’d rather stay in Law. Mr. Callahan has had a long and successful career at the U.S. Attorney’s Office.”
“I’m just giving you a hard time,” he assured me with a soft smile. “I don’t want you to go into politics, either. It’s not a life I would want for you.”
I nodded again, not questioning the familiar statement. Daddy had never pressured me to follow in his footsteps. He was pleased with my choice to pursue Law, but he’d been candid that politics wasn’t always pleasant. Above all, he wanted to protect me from any potential pain or suffering.
What he wanted wasn’t reality, but in this aspect, he didn’t have to worry. I’d much rather work pro bono cases and barely scrape by than be a famous, beloved politician like my dad.
And I had plenty of time to work as a lawyer and save up before switching primarily to pro bono. Daddy might even help support me once I made the change. He remembered how passionate Mom had been about helping abused women find stability and empowerment. He would definitely approve of my choice to pursue prosecution to get justice for victimized women.
Max’s dark eyes flashed across my mind. I don’t hurt innocent women.
He’d told me he was a monster, but he’d been careful not to hurt me while he was interrogating me. Then, he’d saved my life last night.
I remembered the gentleness of his thick fingers on my legs as he’d checked me for injuries. My skin still tingled at the thought of those big hands wrapped around my calves, holding me with aching care.
Max wasn’t pure evil. Not like the men who abused the women I’d helped while volunteering at the shelter. He didn’t find sadistic pleasure in scaring me. Kidnapping me had been a desperate means to an end: seeing through his deranged vendetta against my dad.
I had to reason with him. If I just understood his family’s crimes better, I could prove to him that the Bratva had nothing to do with the case that had sent them to prison. Even if the Russians were tangentially involved, that didn’t absolve his family. All Daddy had done was bring them to justice. If I could make Max see that, I could protect my father from his misguided retribution.
“So, what about the Mafia case?” I prompted, keeping my dad focused on what I needed to know. “Who were the five crime families you took down, again? Gambino, Lucchese, and Ferrara, right?”
“That’s right. And the Colombo and Maranzano crime families. I’m not surprised if you don’t remember the details. You were only eleven when we won that case, and I tried to keep work life and home life separate.”
“Do you think I could access the old case files?” I pressed. Usually, I never wanted him to pull strings for me, but to protect him from Max’s vengeance, I would allow it. “Maybe Mr. Callahan could point me in the right direction.”
“You seem to have a good relationship with Mike already,” he approved. “I’m sure he’ll give you access to anything you want to look at. Especially if it’s to further your career aspirations. It sounds like he values your work, and if he’s smart, he’ll want to hire you as soon as your get your Law degree. If he throws up any roadblocks, let me know, and I’ll make a call.”
For once, I didn’t vehemently refuse his offer of assistance. “Thanks, Daddy.”
I would get evidence of the Ferrara family’s crimes, no matter what it took. Then, I could show Max the cold hard proof that his family deserved to be sent to jail and prove that my dad hadn’t been working with the Bratva.
I didn’t allow myself to worry about how my mercurial captor would react to the news, but anything was better than him hurting my dad. Max would see reason. I wouldn’t accept any other outcome.
Chapter 9
Allie
It took over a week of sleepless nights and multiple meetings with Mike before I compiled enough evidence to show Max. The photos and personal accounts in the case files were often violent enough to turn my stomach, and once I’d even gotten sick after opening a file to photos from a murder scene.
More like execution. Max’s uncle, Tony Ferrara, had been responsible for that particularly vicious crime. He was still serving out his sentence in prison and would be for another eight years, at least. Max’s father and grandfather, on the other hand, were both walking free now. His grandfather, Michael, had been convicted of fraud. And his father, Paul, had been convicted of drug trafficking and racketeering. They’d only gotten out of prison two years ago, early releases for good behavior.