Page 171 of Double Trouble for the Mafia Prince
At the bottom of the final page is a prompt:
Do you wish to execute primary node reactivation?
Yes or no.
It would take one command to make every system real again.
One word to reroute the codes.
One step to claim control of a structure so hidden and vast that not even the Salvatore intelligence net knew where it ended.
Dante places a hand lightly on my back.
"What will you do?"
It isn’t lost on me that he’s offering me the choice, letting me decide what could potentially establish the Salvatores as the Kings of the whole world, not just one corner of it.
He could have made the decision on my behalf.
But here he is, asking me to do it, leaving it to me.
I stare at the prompt.
The cursor blinks.
My father’s voice echoes somewhere far off, faint as smoke:protect the name.
But I have daughters now.
And I don’t want them to inherit control.
I want them to inherit peace.
I step away from the console.
The light on the sensor dims as my body leaves its radius.
Dante doesn’t move.
He watches me without urging. He trusts me to choose. "We’re not gods," I say quietly. "And I won’t pretend we are."
He nods once.
I turn to the final panel.
The master override.
The backdoor that allows permanent lockout of every relay, every access string, every blind courier line.
The code is handwritten at the bottom of the ledger.
One word. A name.
Sofia.
My middle name.
The one only my mother used.
