Chapter 10 - Queen of the Fortress

The sun dipped below the horizon of the Amalfi Coast, casting a brilliant orange and purple glow over the cliffs of the Marchetti estate.
Arya stood on the private balcony of the master suite, holding a sleeping Leo in her arms while the ocean breeze caught her hair. The terror of her past life as a scrubbing maid felt like a distant, faded nightmare. She had her license back, her enemies were broken, her mother's medical care was secured for life, and the most feared crime lord in Europe stood directly behind her, wrapping a warm cashmere jacket around her shoulders.
"You know," Rocco murmured, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder as he looked down at his son, "for a maid, you turned out to be the most dangerous asset I've ever acquired."