Chapter 29 - The Return to the Fortress
The flight back to Sicily was quiet, the heavy hum of the private jet carrying us through the starlit night. Moreau had signed unconditional surrender documents before we left Ajaccio, formally ceding all Corsican operations in the southern Mediterranean to the Rossi syndicate.
The war was truly over. The last rival faction had been broken.
I sat across from Dominic in the cabin, nursing a cup of black coffee while he reviewed the final signed treaties on his encrypted tablet.
“You know,” I said, breaking the quiet hum of the engines, “for a former emergency room nurse from downtown, my resume has taken a remarkably chaotic turn.”
Dominic looked up from his tablet, a soft, genuine smile breaking through his serious expression. He set the device aside, stood up, and moved over to sit right beside me on the leather couch, pulling me against his side.
“You weren't just an ER nurse, Nora,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head. “You were the only person in the world brave enough—or crazy enough—to tell me no when I was bleeding to death.”
“Somebody had to,” I smiled, resting my head against his shoulder. “Your rent was paid, but my medical standards required a complete psychological evaluation of the patient.”
May you like
“And what’s your final diagnosis, Doctor?” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.
“Incurable,” I murmured, turning to kiss him deeply. “Completely, permanently incurable.”
