Chapter 10 - The Promise of the Penthouse
Dante turned away from the scattered papers and walked across the boardroom. He knelt down in front of Maya, his dark, dangerous aura completely vanishing as he looked at the brave little girl who had saved his bloodline.
He gently took little Lily from Maya’s tired arms, cradling his newborn daughter against his chest for the very first time. A single, hot tear of pure, overwhelming gratitude slipped down the mafia boss's rugged cheek.
"You did it, Maya," Dante whispered, looking at the seven-year-old with profound respect. "You protected her."
Maya smiled, a genuinely happy, safe expression finally crossing her young face. "She needed milk."
"She will never go hungry again. And neither will you," Dante vowed, resting his large hand gently on Maya’s head. "You are my daughter now. This empire belongs to both of you."
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He stood up, carrying the baby in one arm and holding Maya’s small hand with the other. They walked together out of the boardroom, stepping into the private elevator to return to the warmth of the penthouse. The storm outside the large glass windows was finally breaking, letting a sliver of golden sunlight pierce through the clouds.
If you were Dante, would you have handed the wicked sister-in-law over to the police, or handled her punishment privately within the syndicate?
