Chapter 7 - The New Order
Celeste’s security team swarmed the lobby, but the front doors blew inward as Lorenzo Moretti’s full convoy cut off every avenue of escape.
Lorenzo stepped into the ballroom in a pristine three-piece suit, alive, immaculate, and holding the projected digital files from the decrypted keycard for every politician and syndicate boss in the room to see. The ledgers exposed Celeste’s betrayal not just of the Morettis, but of every old-money family in Chicago.
Celeste backed toward the marble stairs, cornered by federal agents and Moretti enforcers alike.
Lorenzo ignored his fallen fiancée completely. He walked across the ballroom floor, straight to where Evelyn stood beneath the crystal chandeliers.
He didn't offer her an envelope of cash. He didn't offer her an escort back to her tiny studio in Cicero.
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Instead, he extended his arm, matching her stride in front of the entire Chicago elite.
“You’re done serving tables, Evelyn,” Lorenzo said, his voice carrying through the silent room. “From now on, we sit at the head together.”
