Chapter 8 - The Clean Sweep
By morning, the storm had passed, leaving behind a crisp, golden sunrise over the Blue Ridge mountains. The state police and federal marshals descended upon the property—not to arrest Vincent, but to take custody of Dominic and the mountains of evidence we handed over.
Vincent had made one call to the Director of the Department of Justice. In exchange for the complete, unredacted records of the Moretti syndicate and the corrupt judges on Dominic's payroll, Vincent secured full, unconditional immunity for himself, Marcus, and Camille.
The Castellano syndicate was dismantled, but not by violence or prison bars. Vincent willingly dismantled it himself, handing over the criminal enterprises to federal asset forfeiture while retaining his massive, legitimate holdings in real estate, shipping lines, and international logistics.
Dominic was escorted away in heavy steel chains, facing charges of attempted murder, treason, racketeering, and conspiracy that would ensure he spent the rest of his natural life inside a maximum-security federal supermax facility. As he was pushed into the police cruiser, he caught a glimpse of Adeline standing safely on the porch, holding her mother’s hand.
The little girl didn't look afraid anymore. She simply waved her small hand, her plush green alligator tucked securely under her arm.
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""The mint man is going to time-out forever,"" she told Camille innocently.
""Yes, baby,"" Camille smiled through her tears, kissing the top of her head. ""A very, very long time-out.""
