Chapter 39

The resistance's hideout is in a secluded room in a New Jersey bar. A bar, of all places. Somewhere Francesca would never thought her Uncle Julio would step in. But the way she remembered Stefano's memories could not be wrong. One of his Zetas was here, investigating the place. Only, they did not find anything then so they did not bother. Francesca did. It was the painting of the phoenix on the wall. She painted it. Her Uncle Julio and the other rebels were hiding there. And she was right. She could see him now, just sitting at the table near the stage, in front of his wife, Lolita. It was as if he was waiting for her.

"Uncle, Auntie," Francesca said as he neared them and she pulled her hoodie down. Gianna and Ivan, who had been quietly following behind her also did the same.

Francesca could tell from the way the energy of the room shifted that the people there had just recognized her. She couldn't tell yet what their stares meant. Yes, she had help the prisoners escape, but she ha