Chapter 10 - Forever Moretti
One year later.
The Chicago winter had wrapped the city in a blanket of pristine white snow, but inside the Moretti estate, the air was warm, smelling of jasmine, roasted coffee, and the sweet scent of a newborn baby.
I sat in the oversized leather armchair by the roaring fireplace, holding a tiny bundle wrapped in a soft white blanket. My daughter—Elena Moretti.
Alina walked into the study, carrying two cups of steaming coffee just the way I liked them. She stopped beside my chair, resting a hand gently on my shoulder, looking down at the sleeping infant with an expression of pure, celestial peace.
“You look terrified, Boss,” Alina teased gently, a playful smile playing on her lips.
I looked up at my wife, feeling a profound wave of gratitude that still choked me whenever I thought of where we started—the twenty million dollar divorce papers, the tears behind a half-open door, the poisoned wedding goblet, and the blood-stained veil of our past.
“I’ve faced armies, cartels, and traitors,” I murmured, carefully shifting the baby into Alina’s waiting arms. “None of them terrified me half as much as the thought of losing you.”
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Alina smiled, leaning down to press a tender kiss to my lips. “You were never going to lose me, Dante. We were bound in blood and saved by love.”
Outside, the snow fell softly over the white roses resting in the garden. The fear, the violence, and the shadows of the Chicago underworld remained outside our gates. Inside, the most feared mafia boss in America had finally found his true kingdom—right here, in the quiet, unwavering love of the woman who had saved his life on their wedding night, and who would hold his heart for all eternity.
