Chapter 10 - The Vow
The Calloway soldiers dropped their weapons in absolute shock as Voss reinforcements swarmed the clearing.
Gavin barked orders, coordinating the immediate arrest of the remaining traitors.
Savannah was dragged out of a nearby SUV, screaming as she was banished from the city forever.
The brutal mafia war was finally, definitively over.
Declan fell to his knees in the dirt and wrapped his strong arms around my waist.
He pressed his face against my stomach, crying silently as he realized we were finally safe.
Six months later, the bitter Chicago winter gave way to a beautiful, bright spring.
I stood in the nursery of our heavily guarded private island estate, rocking a healthy baby boy.
Declan walked in, wearing a soft gray sweater instead of his usual tailored suit.
He kissed me deeply and took his tiny son into his protective arms with a look of pure adoration.
The feared mafia boss was finally at peace, his empire legitimate and his family untouchable.
We stood on the balcony, watching the sunset together, completely free from the ghosts of the past.
The head of security quietly brought in a small, black velvet box that had arrived with no return address.
I opened it to find a vintage silver baby rattle covered entirely in dried, rusted blood.
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A handwritten note inside read: "You have my eyes, little grandson, and I will be coming to collect you soon."
Declan stared at the familiar handwriting, his face going completely pale, because his father had been dead for twenty years.
