Chapter 20 - the new sovereignty
One month later, the exclusive Manhattan Italian restaurant was once again closed for a private VIP gathering. But this time, the atmosphere was not filled with fear and tension. It was filled with absolute reverence. Don Salvatore sat at the head of the table, but he was not wearing his signature pinstripe suit. He wore a relaxed, comfortable sweater. He tapped his silver cane against the floor to silence the room. "My time as your Don has officially ended," Salvatore declared, his voice ringing with absolute finality. The room held its breath. "I leave this immense empire to the two people who saved it." Gabriel stood at his right side, formally stepping into the role of the new Underboss, the brutal, protective enforcer of the family. And at the exact head of the table, taking Salvatore’s place, sat Tessa. She wore a stunning, custom-tailored charcoal suit. Her eyes were sharp, calculating, and entirely fearless. She was the new sovereign. The waitress who had spoken a dead language to honor a murdered ghost had now become the most powerful mafia queen in American history. She raised her glass, looking at her loyal family. "To the Rossi bloodline," Tessa toasted smoothly. The empire was hers.
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