Chapter 10 - The Legacy
Riona scrambled recklessly down the ladder of the crane, ignoring the pain in her scraped hands.
Aldrich used every ounce of his remaining strength to crawl toward the blinking detonator.
With only three seconds left on the timer, Aldrich brought his heavy steel-toed boot down violently on the device.
The plastic casing shattered completely, crushing the internal circuitry and halting the explosive signal instantly.
Riona rushed across the clearing and dropped to her knees beside her bleeding family.
She raised her pistol and fired one final, precise shot directly into Roland's chest, ending the traitor's life permanently.
She threw her weapon aside and pressed her hands frantically against Aldrich's bleeding chest.
Paramedics arrived minutes later, rushing the crime boss into emergency surgery while Riona held her crying son tightly.
Four months later, the violent mafia wars in Montreal were nothing but a distant memory.
Aldrich sat peacefully on the porch of a beautiful wooden cabin in the mountains of Vancouver.
He had officially surrendered his entire criminal empire, trading his crown for the quiet life he truly wanted.
Riona walked out onto the porch, carrying two cups of warm coffee, and leaned happily against his shoulder.
Anel ran across the green lawn, chasing a stray butterfly with a bright, innocent smile on his face.
They were finally completely safe, surrounded by nothing but the quiet beauty of nature.
Then, the local postman walked up the long gravel driveway and handed Riona a small black envelope.
There was no return address on the thick paper, only a wax seal bearing the distinct crest of the Italian syndicate.
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Inside was a single photograph of Anel playing happily at his new school from just yesterday.
Written on the back of the photo was a chilling message stating that Roland was only a minor pawn, and the true boss still wanted his ledger back.
