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A faint knock at the door pulls us both from the moment. I rise, grabbing a shirt as I cross the room.

Leo stands on the other side, his expression grim but composed. “Here’s the council’s formal document of Matteo’s permanent exile,” he says, handing me a sealed envelope.

I glance at it briefly before nodding. “And the property?”

“Secured. Matteo’s men have been dismantled or scattered. We’ve taken full control.”

“Good.” I step back, dismissing him with a nod.

As I return to the bedroom, Mia watches me carefully. “What was that about?”

“Closure,” I say simply, setting the envelope aside.

She doesn’t press further, and for that, I’m grateful.

Chapter 31

Mia

The morning light streams through the penthouse windows, painting everything in warm gold. It feels surreal—this moment of calm after the chaos that has defined our lives for so long. I’m sitting in the living room, sipping a cup of tea, when the sound of the elevator door opening makes me pause.

I glance toward the entryway, expecting Leo or one of Carlito’s men. Instead, it’s Bianca. She steps in, her suitcase trailing behind her, her posture firm but her expression unreadable.

“Bianca,” I say, standing quickly. “You’re back?”

“Just for today,” she says, her voice steady. There’s a softness in her eyes, though, a quiet peace that wasn’t there the last time I saw her. “I needed to see you both before I leave for good.”

My stomach tightens at her words, and Carlito appears from his study, his expression immediately sharpening at the sight of her. “Bianca,” he says simply, his tone unreadable.

She gives him a nod. “We need to talk.”

The three of us sit in the living room, the air heavy with unspoken emotions. Bianca rests her hands in her lap, glancing between me and Carlito before speaking. “I’ve made my decision,” she begins, her voice quiet but resolute. “I’m leaving Las Vegas. For good.”

I open my mouth to protest, but she lifts a hand to stop me. “This life... it’s not mine. It never was. After everything that happened with Dario, I couldn’t see it clearly. But now I can. I need to start over somewhere far away from all of this.”

Her words hit like a blow, but I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Where will you go?” I ask softly.

“Back to Los Angeles, at least for now,” she says. “I’ve been thinking about starting a business—something small, something mine.” Her voice trembles for a moment before she steadies it. “I can’t keep living in the shadow of this world. I need to build something outside of it, something that’s just me.”

Carlito’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t speak right away. Finally, he nods. “I can’t stop you,” he says, his voice low. “But know this: wherever you go, you’ll always have my protection. And if you ever need anything—”

“I know,” she interrupts, her voice softer now. “And I’m grateful. But I need to do this on my own.”

Her gaze shifts to me, her eyes glistening. “Mia, you’ve always been the brave one. You’ve fought for this family in ways I never could. And now, you’re building one of your own. I’m proud of you.”

Tears prick at my eyes as I reach for her hand. “You don’t have to go,” I whisper, even though I know she does.

“I do,” she says gently, squeezing my hand. “But that doesn’t mean I’m leaving you. We’ll always be sisters.”

The weight of her words settles between us, bittersweet but undeniable. As much as it hurts, I know she’s doing what’s right for her.

Carlito stands, offering her a hand. “Let me arrange for someone to take you to the airport.”

Bianca shakes her head. “I’ve got it covered. I just wanted to say goodbye properly this time.”

As she leaves the penthouse, I watch her go with a mix of pride and sadness. She’s choosing her path, just as I chose mine.

Bianca’s visit feels like a fleeting moment of warmth, a reminder of what once was and what can never fully return. I sit on the couch, staring at the door she walked through, imagining her stepping into her new life. It’s what she needs, but it doesn’t make her departure any easier to accept.

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