Chapter 8 - THE NEW DYNASTYSix months later, the spring sun poured through the high glass windows of the Obsidian penthouse, now completely secured, peaceful, and entirely ours.
Liam had recovered from his injuries, returned to our old circle with a federal protection detail, and was now heading the legal compliance department for Vale-Vitali Logistics—the newly reformed, 100% legitimate shipping conglomerate Alessandro had built from the ashes of his family's past.
I sat on the white linen sofa, resting comfortably with a heavy wool blanket over my lap, watching Alessandro pace nervously across the room.
The feared crime boss of Chicago was currently holding a miniature baby bottle, testing the temperature against his wrist for the fifth time in ten minutes.
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"It's warm enough, Alessandro," I laughed softly.
"The pediatrician said exact temperature matters," Alessandro insisted, walking over and carefully placing our newborn daughter into my arms.
