Chapter 7 - ASHES OF THE ROMANOS
We spent the night in the bunker. Alessandro refused to let me bandage his arm, keeping his eyes glued to the security monitors as he commanded his men over the radio. I sat on the leather cot, holding Emma until she fell back asleep.
By dawn, the gunfire had stopped.
Matteo’s voice came over the intercom. “It’s over, Boss. The villa is secure. We have Don Romano in custody.”
Alessandro opened the vault. The villa was a mess of shattered glass, bullet holes, and blood. But the Moretti empire had held.
In the courtyard, Don Romano was on his knees, flanked by Alessandro’s guards. Vivian was weeping beside him.
Alessandro walked out, ignoring the blood dripping down his sleeve. I watched from the balcony, keeping Emma safely inside.
“You broke the laws of the Commission,” Alessandro told the trembling Don. “You brought war into my home. You endangered a child.”
“Moretti, please!” Romano begged. “It was business!”
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“No,” Alessandro said coldly. “It was suicide.”
He gave a single nod. Matteo pulled the trigger, and Don Romano slumped to the gravel. Vivian screamed, but she was quickly gagged and hauled away to be handed over to the Commission for judgment. The Romano cartel was officially dead.
