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“Sir, You Have My Eyes” The Waitress, The Mafia King, and the Secret Heir / Chapter 5 / 5

Chapter 5: The Romano Legacy

The gunshot echoed like thunder in the enclosed garage.

The bullet caught Matteo directly in the shoulder, spinning him around and causing his rifle to discharge harmlessly into the concrete ceiling.

"Now!" Alessio roared.

In a flash of lethal movement, Alessio drew his weapon and fired at the surrounding mercenaries. His shots were precise, devastating, and incredibly fast. Three men dropped before they could even aim their weapons.

I scrambled out of the car, keeping Leo shielded behind the heavy door, firing the silver revolver at anyone who dared look our way. I wasn't a trained killer, but a mother's instinct is a terrifying force.

Matteo was on his knees, clutching his bleeding shoulder, his eyes wide with shock as he looked at me. "You... you crazy bitch..."

Alessio walked over to him slowly, his gun pointed directly at Matteo’s forehead. The remaining mercenaries had fled or lay dead on the floor.

"You poisoned my food," Alessio said, his voice cold as ice. "You lied to me for years. And you tried to kill my son."

"Alessio, please—we're family!" Matteo begged, his bravado completely gone.

"My family is in that car," Alessio replied.

He didn't hesitate. He pulled the trigger.

The silence that returned to the garage was heavy, but the air felt clear for the first time in six years. The poison had been removed from the Romano family, once and for all.

Alessio turned around, his hands covered in soot and blood. He looked at me, then at Leo, who was peeking out from behind the car door.

Leo wasn't crying. Instead, his little face was filled with a strange, quiet intensity. He looked at the gun in his father's hand, then up at his father's face.

"You're very fast," Leo whispered.

Alessio’s eyes softened, a genuine, tearful smile finally breaking across his rugged face. He walked over, kneeling down, and wrapped his arms around both of us, pulling us close to his chest.

"I will spend the rest of my life making up for the years I lost," Alessio whispered into my hair. "No more running, Mera. No more hiding. You are my wife. He is my son. And this city belongs to us."

Six years ago, I ran to save my son's life.

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Dr. Mercer looked down at the ultrasound monitor, her fingers moving with practiced ease over the trackball. The quiet hum of the machine filled the room, punctuated only by the rhythmic, heavy breathing of Dorian Cross standing near the door. He hadn't sat down once. His tall frame cast a long, imposing shadow across the sterile room, hand resting near the button of his suit jacket—a posture born of years of constant vigilance.

Dr. Mercer looked down at the ultrasound monitor, her fingers moving wit...

The ambulance siren wailed in the distance, a rising shriek that cut through the rainy night like a knife. I didn't wait for them. I held Arianne against my chest, feeling the terrifyingly erratic rhythm of her pulse, and bolted down the grand mahogany staircase.

The ambulance siren wailed in the distance, a rising shriek that cut thr...

The heavy cabin door hissed shut behind me, sealing in the scent of expensive cologne, manufactured corporate harmony, and betrayal. As I stepped back onto the sun-baked tarmac of the private aviation terminal, the stifling afternoon heat hit me like a physical blow. Behind the thick, tinted glass of the jet's windows, I could see Carter’s silhouette—his jaw set in that familiar, arrogant angle of a man who believed he had just successfully disciplined a disobedient pet.

The heavy cabin door hissed shut behind me, sealing in the scent of expe...

But as I felt Alessio’s strong arms wrap around us, shielding us from the cold world, I realized we didn't have to run anymore.

The Mafia King had finally found his queen, and the little boy with his father's eyes had finally found his home.

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