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The glass that Ricardo was holding drops to the floor and his eyes flash as he takes a step closer to the television.
"I am too," John says before turning to face the camera. "So you see, New York? Do you see why I want to keep you all safe? Bruno DeLuca might be dead...but his son is very much alive. And I'm telling you, folks. I know first-hand what the DeLuca's are capable of. And I promise you—Ricardo DeLuca is every bit the man that his father was. In fact, he’s even more dangerous."
He begins ticking things off with his fingers. "He is a mobster, he is violent, he is ruthless...and he is controlling the entire city...and you people don't even know it. "
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"I know," John says, and my mind starts reeling. Both he and my mother never mentioned he had a daughter. I do the calculations. If she was 15 when she was kidnapped, and it's been almost 10 years...she's my age.
I look around the room and everyone's mouths are hanging open...with the exception of Ricardo who looks like he's stopped breathing entirely and like he personally wants to rip John Travine through the screen.
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Another tear trickles down his cheek. Heck, he looks so devastated, I'm feeling sorry for him.
"I love you, baby girl," he begins, his voice shaking. "And I hope that wherever you are...you're safe and not in any pain." He sniffs. "And I want you to know...I'll never stop looking for you. Daddy will find you." His expression turns hard and I feel my stomach drop right before he says, "Daddy's coming for you, Lucia