Chapter 10 - DUST AND ASHES
We landed in a private airfield in upstate New York hours later, the adrenaline finally crashing. Enzo was loaded into an awaiting underground medical unit, bloody but breathing.
Damiano sat on the edge of a cot in the hangar, his head in his hands. He was covered in soot, rain, and the blood of his enemies. I walked over, sitting quietly beside him. Nico was safely asleep in the jet that was prepping to take us across the Atlantic.
"You killed a man for me," Damiano whispered, his voice thick with an emotion I couldn't place. Guilt? Awe?
"I saved my husband," I corrected softly.
He lifted his head, turning those piercing gray eyes toward me. The walls he had built over six years were completely gone. The ruthless mafia boss was stripped away, leaving only the man who had almost lost everything twice.
"I’m ending it," Damiano said, his voice resolute. "The empire, the syndicate. I'm dismantling it all. I have enough money hidden away in offshore accounts to buy a small island. I'm letting the commission have the territory."
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I stared at him, stunned. "You would walk away? From all that power?"
"Power?" He let out a harsh, dry laugh, reaching out to thread his fingers through my hair. "Power is having you and my son. Everything else is just dust and ashes, Sienna. I'm done."
