Chapter 12 - THE MATRIARCH
The gunfight on Highway 9 didn’t last long.
Dominic’s fury was absolute. From the safety of the extraction vehicles, we heard the terrifying, coordinated assault as Dominic’s men swept through the ravine, eliminating the Bratva ambushers with ruthless precision.
By dawn, the message had been sent. The Russian leader was captured, the D’Amato threat was neutralized, and the city of Chicago belonged entirely, indisputably, to Dominic Romano.
Six months later.
The sun shone brightly over the rebuilt terrace of the Romano estate. The smell of fresh pine and blooming roses replaced the memory of smoke and ash.
I stood in front of the grand mirror in the master bedroom, adjusting the delicate lace of my white dress.
I wasn’t wearing a nurse’s uniform anymore.
Around my neck, the heavy string of matriarch pearls rested flawlessly against my collarbone. On my wrist, Salvatore’s emerald bracelet caught the morning light.
The bedroom door opened, and Lily walked in. She looked beautiful in a pale blue bridesmaid gown. The trauma of that night had faded, replaced by a fierce confidence. She had returned to college, double-majoring in pre-law, completely funded by a pristine, legal trust Dominic had set up in her name.
“You look breathtaking, Mom,” Lily said, her eyes shining with tears.
“Thank you, sweetie,” I whispered, squeezing her hands.
“Grandpa Salvatore is getting impatient,” Lily laughed. “He says if you don’t hurry up, he’s going to start eating the wedding cake.”
I laughed. Salvatore’s health had improved drastically without Arthur’s poison in his system. He still used a cane, but his mind was sharp, and he ruled the family dinners with an iron, joyful fist.
I walked downstairs, the soft fabric of my dress brushing against the new marble steps.
The garden was filled with guests. Not fake socialites or corrupt politicians, but loyal friends, family, and the capos who had bled to protect us.
Julian stood at the front, looking incredibly sharp in a tailored suit, acting as Dominic’s best man. He had fully integrated into the family, taking over the legitimate shipping ports and proving himself to be every bit a Romano.
And standing at the altar, beneath an arch of white roses, was Dominic.
He wasn’t scowling. He wasn’t calculating his next move against an enemy.
When he saw me, a smile broke across his face—a rare, devastatingly handsome smile that still made my heart skip a beat.
Salvatore was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He offered me his arm.
“Ready, Grace?” the old man asked, his eyes crinkling with happiness.
“I’m ready,” I said.
He walked me down the aisle. The music played softly, a stark contrast to the violence that had brought us together.
When Salvatore placed my hand in Dominic’s, the old man patted my knuckles, then stepped back to stand with Julian.
Dominic pulled me close, his dark eyes entirely entirely focused on me.
“You’re late,” he teased softly.
“I’m worth the wait,” I whispered back.
He chuckled, his thumb brushing over the diamond ring he was about to make permanent.
We said our vows quietly, meant only for each other. There were no secrets left between us. The ghosts of Vincent, of David, and of the betrayals were laid to rest.
When the priest finally pronounced us husband and wife, Dominic didn’t wait for the cue to kiss the bride. He pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply, passionately, in front of everyone.
The garden erupted in cheers.
Later that evening, as the reception hummed with music and laughter, I found myself standing alone near the balcony overlooking the estate grounds.
Dominic walked up behind me, slipping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.
“What are you thinking about, Mrs. Romano?” he murmured.
I leaned back against his chest, feeling the steady, strong beat of his heart.
“I was thinking about the night we met,” I said softly. “I thought you were the most terrifying man I had ever seen.”
Dominic chuckled, pressing a kiss to my neck. “And now?”
“Now,” I said, turning in his arms to look up into his eyes, “I know you’re the safest place in the world.”
Dominic smiled, a look of pure, unadulterated peace settling over his harsh features.
He pulled me against him as the music drifted out over the gardens. The estate was rebuilt. The family was whole.
I came into this house desperate, in debt, and just trying to survive.
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But as I touched the pearls at my neck, feeling the weight of the family’s legacy, I knew I hadn’t just survived.
I had found my empire.
