Page 61 of Mafia Heir's Broken Vows

She nods; her smile is tired but genuine. "Okay. But don't stay away too long."

I settle Amara into her bassinet with slow, careful movements. Leo peers over the edge, his brow furrowed in deep thought. "She's cute," he finally declares, "but only for a baby."

Serafina chuckles from the bed. "That's a start."

I lean down, brushing a kiss to Serafina's forehead, then gently cup her cheek. "Rest. We'll see you soon."

Leo tugs on my hand, leading me toward the door. But before we step out, he glances back at the bassinet one last time and whispers, "Bye, baby sister."

The villa hums with life.Not the chaotic noise of the mafia world I left behind, but the kind that's gentle and full—Leo's laughter from the garden, Serafina's soft hum as she tidies up Amara's bassinet, the distant crash of waves against the Sicilian coastline. It's peace, wrapped in a warmth I never thought I'd deserve.

I step onto the terrace, the sun dipping low on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson. The sea glimmers in the fading light, an endless stretch of possibility. In my hand, I hold a small, unmarked envelope that arrived this morning. No sender. No name. Just the weight of the past wrapped in thin paper.

Opening it, I find a single note:

"The past is never truly buried, Alessandro. Watch your back."

My jaw tightens, the shadows of old instincts stirring. But then, I look up. Leo races across the garden, his small legs carrying him in joyous circles. Serafina steps out onto the terrace, Amara cradled in her arms, her smile brighter than the setting sun. This is my world now. My reason.

I fold the note and slide it into my pocket. Let them come. They'll never take this from me.

Leo notices me and sprints toward the terrace, his laughter infectious. "Daddy! Come play!"

I kneel, catching him mid-run and spinning him in the air. His giggles fill the space where doubt tries to creep in. "Alright, little man. Let's see if you can outrun me!"

Serafina chuckles softly as she joins us, her free hand resting on my shoulder. Amara stirs, her tiny hand peeking out from the blanket. "Careful, you'll rile him up before bedtime."

I grin, pulling her close. "What's life without a little chaos?"

She shakes her head, her eyes soft. "You've had enough chaos for a lifetime."

"Maybe," I admit, pressing a kiss to her temple. "But this kind? I'll take every day."

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting the world in twilight, I know one thing for certain: whatever comes next—whether from the shadows of my past or the unknown future—I'll face it. Not alone, but with them by my side. My family.My everything.

THE END

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