Chapter 10 - THE FINAL STAND
Don Rossi, out of options and out of soldiers, retreated to his fortified compound in the Hamptons. Damiano and his men breached the gates at dawn. According to the stories I was told later, Rossi tried to use his own daughter, Isabella—who had been freed during the chaos—as a human shield.
Damiano didn't hesitate. He shot the gun out of Rossi's hand, ending the old Don's reign of terror. Isabella was handed over to the syndicate council to face justice for breaking the peace.
When Damiano returned to the penthouse that evening, he was battered, exhausted, and covered in soot. He dropped his weapons at the door and fell to his knees in the entryway. I ran to him, pulling his heavy head against my chest, stroking his dark hair.
"It's over," he whispered hoarsely. "It's finally over."
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Emma padded out of her room, rubbing her eyes. She walked up to the most feared man in America, patted his bruised cheek, and said, "Are the bad guys gone now?"
Damiano managed a tired, genuine smile. "Yes, little bird. The bad guys are gone."
