Chapter 49
The morning sun brought a breathtaking, cinematic brilliance back to the Falcone estate. Crisp, natural sunlight poured through the massive skylights of the grand atrium, completely devoid of any dull, yellow tint. The pristine white marble floors gleamed, showing absolutely no trace of the violence that had plagued the syndicate. Domenico stood near the bottom of the sweeping staircase, fresh from a shower and dressed in a flawless, tailored dark suit. His handsome, movie-star face was completely relaxed, the heavy burden of the night's slaughter washed away. Evelyn walked slowly down the stairs, holding Ruby's hand. She wore a stunning, elegant dress, her fair, rosy complexion glowing beautifully in the morning light. She looked perfectly at home in the opulent, heavily guarded mansion. Domenico stepped forward, his cold eyes softening entirely as he looked at her. He reached out, his tattooed fingers gently taking her hand. "The city is quiet," Domenico murmured, his deep, raspy voice carrying a tone of absolute, unbreakable devotion. "The threats are gone, Evelyn. You will never have to face another weapon in this house." "I am not afraid of your world, Domenico," Evelyn replied, her American accent steady and confident.
