Chapter 8 - THE NIGHT WE FINALLY BROKE FREE
The flashing red and blue lights of the Chicago Police Department illuminated the Valenti Hotel lobby through the grand glass doors.
I sat on a velvet sofa in Dante’s private VIP lounge, watching through the glass partition as officers handcuffed Judge Harrison and read Elaine her rights. Daniel had been dragged up from the basement twenty minutes earlier, pale and defeated, and handed directly to a grim-faced detective.
It was over.
The nightmare that had started at that awful dinner table was finally ending.
Lily sat beside me, her head resting on my shoulder. She was exhausted, her face pale, but the tight, anxious tension that had gripped her body for the last six weeks was completely gone. She breathed evenly, her hand clutching a worn, wooden rosary.
It was my rosary. The one I had held in the waiting room the day Lily went into kidney failure. I had left it in the pocket of my coat, and she had found it, holding onto it like a lifeline.
Dante walked into the lounge, speaking quietly to his head of security before dismissing the man. He walked over to us, his imposing presence immediately making the room feel safer.
He didn’t sit down. He stood in front of the sofa, looking down at us with a strange, unreadable expression.
“The police have the contract,” Dante said quietly. “They have the forged petition, the burner phone, and Daniel’s confession. He panicked in the interrogation room and gave up Elaine and her husband in exchange for a plea deal.”
I let out a breath I felt like I had been holding for eleven years. “What happens now?”
“Now,” Dante said, his dark eyes softening as they met mine, “you go upstairs and sleep. Tomorrow, my lawyers will file an injunction permanently freezing Daniel’s access to any marital assets. He won’t touch a dime of your money, and he won’t come within five hundred feet of either of you ever again.”
Tears welled in my eyes. I looked up at this man—a man the whole city whispered about in terrified tones, a man who commanded a dark empire—and realized he had shown me more kindness in three hours than my husband had in a decade.
“Why did you help us?” I asked softly. “Daniel owed you money. You could have let him take Lily, and Elaine’s husband would have paid the debt.”
Dante’s jaw tightened. He looked away for a moment, staring out at the police cruisers.
“My father was a man who saw his family as assets,” Dante said, his voice rough. “When I was ten, he sold my mother’s safety to cover a gambling debt. I watched a man drag her out of our house while my father stood by and counted the cash.”
He turned back to me, the vulnerability in his eyes raw and striking. “I swore on her grave that if I ever saw a man treat his wife or child like currency again, I would burn his world to the ground.”
A tear slipped down my cheek. I reached out, gently resting my fingers against the sleeve of his tailored suit. “Thank you, Dante. For everything.”
He looked down at my hand, then carefully covered it with his own. His skin was warm. “You’re safe now, Claire. Both of you.”
Lily shifted on my shoulder, looking up at Dante with sleep-heavy eyes. “Are you a bad guy?” she mumbled, the innocent bluntness of exhaustion making me smile.
Dante’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile. “Most of the time, yes.”
“You’re a good guy tonight,” Lily declared, closing her eyes again.
Dante let out a soft breath. “Come on. Let’s get you both upstairs.”
He helped me stand, his arm firmly around my waist to support my side. We rode the elevator back up to the penthouse. The chaos of the evening faded into the quiet hum of the ventilation and the distant, muffled sounds of the city.
When we got Lily tucked into the massive guest bed, I sat beside her, brushing the hair out of her face.
“Mom?” she whispered in the dark.
“Yes, baby.”
“I’m really glad you stayed.”
My heart swelled until I thought it might burst. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I’ll always stay, Lily. Always.”
I walked out into the living room. Dante was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, pouring two glasses of water from a crystal pitcher. He handed me one.
May you like
“To new beginnings,” he said quietly.
I clinked my glass against his. “To new beginnings.”
