Chapter 6 - The Don Returns
The remaining mercenary fled into the alleyway as the roar of heavy engines shook the diner exterior.
Vincent Moretti burst through the front doors with a dozen armed soldiers, his face pale with sudden panic when he heard the gunfire inside.
He expected to see his son dead on the floor. Instead, he found Matteo sitting against the counter, applying pressure to his shoulder wound, while Emily stood tall over Paulie Vane, holding a tactical handgun with absolute, unflinching precision.
Vincent stood frozen, his eyes darting from the defeated rival boss to the young waitress who held a gun like a seasoned operative.
"Father..." Matteo gasped, breathing heavily through his teeth. "Look at her shoulder..."
In the chaos of the gunfight, Emily’s sky-blue uniform shirt had been torn along the collar, exposing her left shoulder.
There, clearly visible under the warm fluorescent lights, was the dark, crescent-shaped birthmark.
Vincent’s gun slipped from his hand, clattering onto the checkered floor. The ruthless Mafia Don, feared by politicians and criminals across the country, fell to his knees as tears welled in his weathered eyes.
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"Sofia...?" Vincent whispered, his voice trembling with a father's profound, long-buried pain. "My little girl... you're alive?"
👉 Read Part 7 to discover who stole Emily twenty-five years ago.
