Ashley’s POV
The war was over.
Dante DeLuca was dead.
His father, Victor DeLuca, and his uncle, Ricardo DeLuca, had met the same fate.
The once-feared DeLuca empire, a dynasty that had ruled the underworld for decades, was nothing but ashes.
Yet, as I stood in the aftermath of the destruction, I felt no satisfaction.
No relief.
Just a hollow emptiness.
Caden stood beside me, his gun still in his grip, his breathing steady. His black shirt was splattered with blood none of it his own. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes…
They were darker than ever.
"You did it," I whispered.
He didn’t look at me. "No. We did it."
The bodies of the DeLucas littered the mansion, their blood staining the floors, the walls, and the very foundation of what was once an empire. Their soldiers h
