Chapter 10 - THE LAST LAUGHOut on the balcony overlooking the rain-slicked streets of Jersey City, the neon signs of the bakery flickered through the gloom.

Far across the river, the Manhattan skyline glittered like a diamond necklace resting against a velvet sky—a city of ghosts, ambition, and endless reinvention.
In a quiet federal holding cell downtown, two brothers sat in silence, realizing too late that the empire they tried to steal had crushed them under its own weight, while an old man sat in an empty mansion, finally understanding the true cost of unearned power.
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And in the small, warm kitchen above the bakery, there were no guards, no bodyguards, no fake smiles, and no fear.
There was only the rain, the smell of burnt sugar, and a husband and wife who knew that the most dangerous people in the world are the ones nobody ever bothers to look at.