Chapter 10 - THE ASHES
The cleanup took weeks, but it was flawless.
The media reported the death of Hector Reyes as a cartel turf war. Rebecca Moretti was found in her home the next morning, suffering from a 'severe, inexplicable neurological stroke.' She was incapacitated, unable to communicate, and entirely dependent on state-funded medical care in a bleak nursing facility. She would never hurt another soul for the rest of her miserable life.
With Rebecca incapacitated and the cartel lawyer Vance vanished into the wind, the legal obstacles evaporated.
I walked into Family Court wearing a tailored gray suit, looking every bit the legitimate, wealthy businessman. The judge, a woman who had known my father, looked over the custody papers.
“Mr. Moretti,” the judge said, peering over her glasses. “The medical reports regarding your nephew's injuries are deeply disturbing. It is a tragedy what occurred under his stepmother’s roof. However, given your... reputation, I must ask if you are truly prepared to provide a stable, safe environment for these children.”
“Your Honor,” I said respectfully. “My brother wanted them to have a life free of violence and fear. I have spent the last month restructuring my entire life to ensure that happens. I am stepping down from my... primary business ventures. I am transitioning into legitimate real estate development. My home is safe, secure, and filled with love. They are my blood. I will protect them with my life.”
The judge looked at the letters of recommendation I had procured from senators, police chiefs, and child psychologists—some bought, some earned.
She sighed, bringing her gavel down. “Given the tragic circumstances and your undisputed biological tie, I am granting you full, permanent legal custody and guardianship of Leo and Maya Moretti.”
The relief that washed over me was staggering. It felt heavier, more profound than any territory I had ever conquered.
I walked out of the courtroom and into the bright Austin sunshine. Dante was waiting by the car.
“It’s done?” he asked, a rare smile crossing his face.
“It’s done,” I nodded. “Have Silas finalize the handover of the downtown clubs to the capos. We’re out of the street game, Dante. We’re strictly corporate now.”
Dante nodded respectfully. “Ethan would be proud, Boss.”
May you like
“I hope so.”
I got into the car and drove back to the Hill Country compound. It wasn't just a fortress anymore. It was a home.
