Chapter 10 - The Taste of Peace
Nicholas gasped in pain, but the burning agony only fueled his immense rage.
He grabbed his father's wrist, twisted it brutally until the bone snapped, and knocked the old man unconscious with a devastating punch.
The heavy steel doors of the bunker suddenly swung wide open.
Dozens of loyal Caruso guards poured into the room, securing the defeated mercenaries and dragging the unconscious Roberto away.
The nightmare was finally over.
Three weeks later, the Caruso estate was completely repaired and bathed in warm sunlight.
Nicholas sat at the grand dining table, his wounded side heavily bandaged but healing perfectly.
Evelyn sat at the head of the table, looking vibrant and healthy.
Claire walked out of the kitchen carrying a massive silver platter holding a beautifully roasted duck with cherry reduction.
She placed it on the table, and Evelyn immediately served herself a massive, joyful portion.
Nicholas looked up at Claire, his dark eyes filled with absolute admiration and genuine affection.
"I fired the head of my hospitality division this morning," Nicholas said smoothly.
Claire raised an eyebrow, wiping her hands on her clean apron.
"I want you to take the job, Claire, and I want you to stay here with us permanently," he offered, reaching out to gently touch her hand.
Claire smiled warmly, feeling a flutter in her chest as she accepted his hand.
The family finally enjoyed a meal in perfect, uninterrupted peace.
Later that evening, Claire returned to her private suite to rest after the wonderful celebration.
She locked her bedroom door and pulled a hidden, encrypted phone from the false bottom of her suitcase.
A glowing message from an unknown number flashed brightly on the dark screen.
"Excellent work earning their absolute trust, Agent Donnelly."
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"The FBI is very pleased with your progress."
"Now, proceed immediately to Phase Two and prepare to dismantle the entire Caruso empire from the inside."
