Six hours before anyone expected me home, I walked into my Long Island mansion with a loaded gun under my coat, blood drying on my cuff, and the kind of reputation that made armed men lower their eyes when I entered a room. But the moment I heard my three daughters singing for the first time in fourteen months, every threat, every enemy, and every body buried beneath my name suddenly meant nothing.

It took six months to legally untangle myself from the syndicate.

I surrendered my illegitimate businesses to the authorities in exchange for immunity.

I bought a quiet farm in upstate New York, far away from the city.

The girls flourished in the open air, running through fields of tall grass.

They laughed constantly, their voices filling the house with endless joy.

Grace stayed with us, officially becoming their legal guardian alongside me.

She was the mother they needed, and the partner I never knew I wanted.

I watched them from the porch, holding a hot cup of coffee.

The nightmares of bullets and betrayal had finally faded away.

I was no longer Dominic Romano, the feared mafia boss.

I was just a father who had fought through hell to protect his children.

We had found our peace, and nobody was ever going to take it away.

Later that afternoon, I was cleaning out an old box of Isabelle’s belongings.

I found a sealed envelope tucked inside the lining of a winter coat.

I broke the wax seal and pulled out a single, handwritten letter.

The Billionaire Put On a Waiter’s Apron to Test His Fiancée, but the Wom...

My father bet twenty dollars that I would walk through his front door al...

My Husband Slapped Me Out of His House for His Mistress, Then the Most F...

The letter congratulated Isabelle on successfully completing her undercover operation.

It was signed by the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency.

Chapter 10 - A New Dawn