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The Mafia Boss’s Baby Wouldn’t Stop Reaching For Me—The Secret Behind It Would Tear My Whole Life Apart / Chapter 9 / 9

Chapter 10 - THE FINAL SUNRISE

The battle in the lower hallway was short, brutal, and decisive.

Dante moved through the dimly lit corridors like an avenging angel, his tactical training and ruthless precision overwhelming the rival faction before they even reached the grand staircase. I stayed firmly behind his shoulder, holding Leo tightly with one arm while keeping the firearm steady in the other, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

When the last of the intruders was disarmed and pinned by Marcus and his loyal guards, the smoke cleared to reveal a silent, triumphant victory. Dante had secured the estate once and for all. The internal rot had been excised, and the syndicate had been reminded precisely why no one crossed the name of the family.

By dawn, the storm had completely blown over.

The first rays of golden sunlight broke brilliantly across the churning ocean waves, flooding the grand living room with warm, amber light. The shattered glass had been swept away, the doors repaired, and the air smelled of salt and fresh coffee.

I sat on the white leather sofa overlooking the balcony, watching Leo chase a rolling rubber ball across the carpet with clumsy, gleeful giggles.

Footsteps approached softly from behind. Dante walked over, two steaming cups of coffee in his hands. He handed one to me, sitting down beside me on the sofa, his broad shoulder brushing warmly against mine.

"The elders held an emergency vote at sunrise," Dante said quietly, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "The rival faction has surrendered their territories. The syndicate is unified under our banner. And... your name has been officially recognized."

I took a sip of the rich coffee, turning my head to look at him. "My name? You mean as a prisoner? A guest?"

"As my partner," Dante corrected softly, turning to face me fully, his dark eyes heavy with an emotion that needed no translation. "No more running, Alina. No more hiding in restaurants waiting for rent. Unless... that's not what you want."

I looked down at the ring of the coffee cup, then back up at Dante, and finally across the room where little Leo was laughing and tumbling into a pile of stuffed animals. The ghost in the mirror was gone. There was only me—Alina—standing in the sunlight, finally owning my past and writing my own future.

I reached out, setting my coffee cup down on the glass table, and gently rested my hand against the warm, tattooed skin of Dante's forearm.

"I think," I whispered, a slow, genuine smile spreading across my face, "I've finally found my table."

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