Chapter 10 - The Legacy
Years later, the courtyard was a park. Emma was grown, a student of law, preparing to dismantle the very world that had once threatened her. Bruno was old, his movements slow, but he still slept at her feet.
Alessandro Moretti was an old man, his power legendary but retired. He sat on the bench, watching Emma read, the dog resting his gray muzzle on her knee.
He hadn't built an empire of money. He had built a legacy of protection.
He realized then that the bath, the washcloth, the small act of kindness in the snow, hadn't just saved a dog. It had saved the only version of himself that was actually worth remembering.
"He’s sleeping," Emma said, smiling at him.
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"He had a long day of being a good boy," Alessandro replied.
And for the first time in his long, violent, brilliant life, Alessandro Moretti had nothing left to protect, and everything left to love.
