The Mafia Boss Came Home Early—Then His Maid Grabbed His Arm and Whispered, “Don’t Make a Sound”
Family dinners before power poisoned every seat at the table.
Vincent smiled faintly.
“For thirty years I believed fear built an empire.”
Elena closed the box.
“And now?”
He looked toward the children laughing in the garden that once held armed guards.
“Turns out…”
“The hardest thing for a man like me wasn’t surviving my enemies.”
“It was becoming someone my daughter could finally come home to.”
The gates closed behind them.
Not on an empire.
But on the life that had nearly destroyed everyone inside it.
