Chapter 10 - THE CLEANUP
The aftermath of the museum siege was swift and brutal. With Declan Vane dead and Celeste fleeing the country in disgrace, the Vane syndicate collapsed overnight. The Five Families unanimously voted to absorb the Irish docks into the Moretti territory, cementing Lorenzo as the undisputed king of Chicago.
Evelyn watched the news from the safety of the penthouse, sipping a cup of hot tea. The media was calling it a tragic gang-related shootout. No mention of her. No mention of Lorenzo being there. His cleaners were as good as the rumors said.
The door opened, and Lorenzo walked in. He looked exhausted, his suit rumpled, but there was a profound peace in his dark eyes that she had never seen before. He walked over, taking the teacup from her hands and setting it on the coffee table. He pulled her into his lap, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent like she was oxygen.
"It's done," he murmured against her skin. "The city is ours. You are completely safe."
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"Ours?" Evelyn asked softly, running her fingers through his dark hair.
"Yes, ours." Lorenzo pulled back, reaching into his pocket. He brought out a small velvet box. He flipped it open, revealing a flawless, square-cut diamond ring that caught the morning light. It wasn't the emerald he had given Celeste. It was completely new. Pure, strong, and blindingly bright.
