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Chapter 8 - The Empire Reborn

"I can't just walk away from New York, Lily," Dominic murmured, kneeling down to look the little girl in the eye. "My life is here. My responsibilities are here."

Elena stepped forward, her voice trembling with emotion. "Dominic... you saved our lives. You gave us safety. But you're still carrying the weight of a world that only knows how to destroy things. Is that really all you want for yourself?"

Dominic stood up slowly, looking between the woman who had awakened his buried humanity and the child who had broken through his walls with a stuffed rabbit and a fake letter.

He made his decision.

"Marco!" Dominic called out sharply.

Marco stepped into the room from the hallway, raising an eyebrow. "Boss?"

"Transfer the remaining illicit operations of the Moretti syndicate to the oversight committee. Dissolve the enforcer squads. From this day forward, the Moretti name is 100% legitimate real estate and international shipping. No more blood money."

Marco stared at him in utter shock. "Boss... are you sure? The old capos won't—"

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"Let them try," Dominic said coldly. "Anyone who has a problem with it can join Antonio in South America. I'm stepping down as head of the syndicate."

Marco let out a slow, understanding breath, then smiled faintly—a rare sight. "It’s about time, Boss. I'll handle the transition."

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