Chapter 8 - DAWN OVER CHICAGO
Six months later, a warm sun rose over a distinctly different Chicago. Roman had stepped back from the brutal, front-line violence of the syndicate, transitioning his vast wealth into legitimate, untouchable corporate ventures. He stood on the glass balcony of a towering downtown penthouse, feeling the fresh morning breeze off the lake. Claire wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her head gently against his broad back. She wore no black uniform, only the quiet confidence of a queen who had conquered the dangerous underworld without losing her soul. Roman turned, pulling her close, knowing the ticking bomb beneath his life had finally, permanently been defused. For the first time, the most feared man in the city was truly at peace.
