Chapter 9 - THE AFTERMATH
The dawn broke cold and gray, washing the Romano estate in pale light. The bodies had been cleared. The glass had been swept. But the house still smelled faintly of gunpowder and betrayal.
I sat in my study, a medic bandaging my grazed shoulder. The pain was a dull throb, a physical reminder that I was finally alive again.
Dante stood by the door. “The families have been notified, boss. They are sending their representatives. Julian is singing like a canary in the basement, trying to beg for his life. It’s over.”
“Good,” I said quietly. “Dismiss the medic.”
When we were alone, I stood up and walked down the hallway to the wine cellar. The house was silent. I stood before the heavy steel door of the panic room. I took a deep breath.
“Sophia,” I said, my voice echoing in the empty hall.
A moment later, the magnetic locks disengaged. The door swung open. Maya was sitting on the floor, holding Sophie tightly against her chest. Both of them looked exhausted, terrified, and fragile.
“It’s over, Maya,” I said softly. “You’re safe.”
Maya let out a ragged breath, her shoulders collapsing in relief. She stood up, holding Sophie’s hand, and walked out into the cellar. Sophie looked up at me, her eyes wide, noticing the bandage on my shoulder and the bruising on my face.
“Mister, did you get an owie?” Sophie asked, her innocent voice a stark contrast to the violence of the night.
I knelt down to her level, forcing a gentle smile. “I did, little one. But it’s going to be okay. The bad men are gone. They are never coming back.”
Sophie reached out with her small, soft hand and lightly touched the edge of my bandage. “Mommy kisses my owies. Do you want Mommy to kiss yours?”
Maya flushed a deep crimson, looking mortified. “Sophie! You can’t say things like that to Mr. Romano.”
I let out a sound that I hadn't made in twenty-four months. It started low in my chest, bubbling up past the grief and the anger. It was a laugh. A genuine, unburdened laugh.
“Thank you, Sophie,” I smiled, standing up. “But I think I’ll heal just fine on my own.”
I looked at Maya. “Go upstairs. Rosa has made breakfast in the kitchen. Rest. We have a lot to talk about later.”
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As they walked away, I felt a strange sensation in my chest. The heavy, suffocating weight that had crushed my lungs since the day my wife and daughter died had lifted. The world was no longer just a gray waiting room for death. It had color again.
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