With Elena Voss finally in custody, a fragile but real peace settled over the Moretti empire for the first time in many long, brutal months. The penthouse felt lighter somehow, as if the heavy weight of constant threats had been lifted, even if only temporarily. Aria stood on the expansive balcony at sunrise the following morning, wrapped in a soft silk robe, watching golden light spill across the New York skyline. The city that had once terrified her with its shadows and dangers now felt like home — a place she had fought tooth and nail to claim as her own through blood, tears, and unwavering determination.
Dante joined her moments later, wrapping his powerful arms around her waist from behind and pulling her back against his solid chest. His warmth cut through the cool morning breeze. “
