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Chapter 14 - A Place To Come Home To

The house was small.

Nothing like Alex's mansion.

Nothing like Creed.

There were old trees outside, a narrow porch, and a kitchen with faded yellow cabinets.

Sarah loved it immediately.

Matteo stood beside her.

“She would have liked this.”

Sarah nodded.

Their mother had left one final letter.

Sarah opened it slowly.

The message wasn't about Meridian.

It wasn't about revenge.

It was about them.

I spent too many years believing protection meant hiding the people I loved. I was wrong. A family survives because people find their way back to one another.

Sarah cried quietly.

Not from pain.

From finally having permission to stop fighting.

Alex arrived that evening.

He stood at the gate instead of entering.

Sarah looked at him.

“You can come in.”

He smiled.

“I wasn't sure.”

“Why?”

“You've spent years being told where to go.”

Sarah walked toward him.

“This time, I'm choosing.”

They sat on the porch.

Matteo cooked dinner inside.

For once, nobody discussed operations.

Nobody discussed enemies.

Nobody checked exits.

They talked about ordinary things.

Food.

Weather.

Bad movies.

Mia—Matteo's neighbor's little daughter—ran through the yard laughing.

Sarah watched her.

Alex watched Sarah.

“You look different.”

“I feel different.”

“Good.”

Sarah looked at him.

“What about you?”

Alex considered the question.

“I think I'm finally learning that being feared isn't the same as being respected.”

She smiled.

“That's a dangerous realization for a mafia boss.”

“I retired from being dramatic.”

Matteo shouted from inside.

“Liar!”

Everyone laughed.

For the first time, Sarah realized something.

She wasn't waiting for the next attack.

There might still be danger.

There might still be difficult days.

But there was also a porch.

A kitchen.

A brother.

Friends.

A man she trusted.

And a life she had chosen.

Then Alex handed her a small envelope.

Inside was a key.

“To what?”

“A place.”

She looked confused.

“My office.”

Sarah laughed.

“You're offering me a job again?”

“No.”

He smiled.

May you like

“I'm offering you a choice.”

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