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**ECHOES OF A DEAD MAN** / Chapter 10 / 10

Chapter 11 - A NEW PROMISE

Three years later.

The sun was setting over the vineyards of Tuscany, casting a golden, honeyed glow over the sprawling stone villa. I stood on the terrace, a glass of sweet wine in my hand, listening to the sound of laughter echoing from the garden below.

I leaned over the stone balustrade and smiled. Below, a five-year-old Logan was sprinting across the manicured lawn, a slightly worn Captain Bear clutched in one hand. Chasing right behind him, playfully roaring like a monster, was a man who used to be the most feared crime boss on the Eastern Seaboard.

Alessandro caught Logan, sweeping him up into the air as the boy shrieked with pure, unadulterated joy. “Got you!” Alessandro laughed, spinning him around before setting him on his shoulders.

“Papa, higher!” Logan demanded, gripping Alessandro’s dark hair.

“Any higher and you’ll touch the clouds, mio piccolo leone,” Alessandro chuckled.

They walked back up toward the terrace. Alessandro stopped beside me, wrapping a strong, warm arm around my waist and pulling me close. He pressed a soft kiss to my temple. There were no armed guards in the bushes. There were no bulletproof SUVs idling in the driveway. The syndicate was fully legitimate, governed by boardrooms and spreadsheets rather than violence and fear.

“He wears you out, doesn't he?” I teased, leaning into his solid frame.

“He is training me for the next one,” Alessandro smiled, dropping his hand to rest gently on my slightly rounded stomach.

I placed my hand over his, feeling the warmth of his touch and the delicate flutter of the new life growing inside me. I thought back to the freezing supply closet at Johns Hopkins, to the terror and the blood and the ghost of a man who had tried to destroy me. It felt like a lifetime ago. Another world.

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I turned my face up to Alessandro, the man who had pulled me from the darkness and given me a kingdom of light. He leaned down, his lips meeting mine in a slow, sweet promise.

The dead man’s echoes had finally faded, replaced entirely by the beautiful, beating heart of our new family.

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