Chapter 12
Declan refused to disappear quietly.
He approached two younger DeLuca associates and tried to rebuild the plan without Luca.
That ended his remaining access.
I met him once more.
He called me vindictive.
I called him predictable.
“You think removing me fixes the resentment?”
“No.”
That surprised him.
“The resentment is partly real.”
Arthur erased Sebastian’s contribution.
Old DeLuca history treated Rourkes like opportunists who appeared after success.
That was false.
I corrected it.
Family histories were updated verbally at our internal dinners.
Sebastian Rourke helped build the early operation.
He also abused that power.
He was removed.
Both facts.
Declan hated it.
“You’re sanitizing Arthur.”
“No.”
“Then why admit Sebastian mattered?”
“Because truth does not weaken me.”
That was the part he could not understand.
His entire strategy depended on secrets and selective stories.
Without them, inherited anger became harder to direct.
Then I told him:
“You were right that Rourke was erased.”
He stared.
“You were wrong that being erased entitled you to take control now.”
Silence.
He eventually asked:
“What about Camille?”
“Ask Camille.”
Again.
Men in our family were too accustomed to asking one authority figure what happened to women.
Camille had moved out of the Rourke family home.
Taken her own apartment.
No DeLuca support.
No Declan money.
That impressed me more than any apology.
Declan called it betrayal.
Of course.
Anyone who sees family as ownership experiences independence as theft.
He left the state months later.
Not exiled.
Not hunted.
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Simply irrelevant to DeLuca.
Sometimes irrelevance is the cleanest end.
