Chapter 9 - THE HEIRLOOM AND THE HOME
The hospital waiting room was agonizingly bright.
I sat on a stiff plastic chair, staring at the dried blood on my hands. My silk blouse was ruined, my knees bruised, but I didn't feel any pain.
Gabriel sat next to me. On his lap, wrapped in my oversized wool coat, Leo was fast asleep. The boy’s small hands gripped Gabriel’s shirt tightly, even in his dreams.
Footsteps echoed down the sterile hallway.
A surgeon in green scrubs approached us, pulling down his mask.
Gabriel tensed, shifting Leo slightly.
“She’s out of surgery,” the doctor said quietly. “The bullet missed her major organs. She lost a lot of blood, but she’s going to make a full recovery.”
I let out a breath I felt like I had been holding for years. I leaned my head against Gabriel’s shoulder. He kissed the top of my hair, his arm wrapping securely around my waist.
“Thank you,” Gabriel told the doctor.
An hour later, the police came. But they weren't there for Gabriel.
Elias Romano had been taken into federal custody from his hospital bed. Gabriel’s men had handed the bloody ledger over to an anonymous FBI contact. Thirty years of corruption, murder, and extortion were finally coming into the light. The Romano empire was dead.
My uncle Marcus had survived his gunshot wound at the orphanage, but he was under arrest for child endangerment and conspiracy. He would spend the rest of his life in prison.
The war was over.
By dawn, Gabriel, Leo, and I returned to the estate.
The heavy front doors opened, and Antonella stood in the foyer. She hadn't slept. When she saw the small boy in Gabriel’s arms, she covered her mouth, tears streaming down her wrinkled cheeks.
Gabriel gently set Leo down. The boy rubbed his eyes, looking around the massive, intimidating foyer.
Antonella knelt down, despite her bad knees, until she was eye-level with her great-grandson.
She reached up to her neck and unclasped a small, heavy gold chain. Hanging from it was a miniature golden lion—the Moretti crest.
She placed it around Leo’s neck.
“Welcome home, little one,” she whispered. “You are safe now. You are blood.”
Leo looked at the shiny necklace, then looked up at me. He reached out his small hand.
I smiled, tears blurring my vision, and took his hand, walking him toward the kitchen to get him something to eat.
Later that evening, after Leo had been bathed and put to bed in the guest room next to ours, I stood on the balcony overlooking the gardens.
Gabriel walked out, wrapping a warm blanket over my shoulders. He stood behind me, his arms encircling my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into my hair. “For every tear you cried over these last six months. For making you feel like you weren't enough. I thought breaking your heart was the only way to keep it beating.”
I turned around within his arms, looking up into his dark, exhausted eyes.
“You don't get to make those decisions for me anymore,” I said firmly. “I am not a fragile thing to be locked away. I am your wife.”
He smiled, a genuine, beautiful smile that I hadn't seen in years.
“I know,” he said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.
He opened it. Inside, resting on white satin, was my mother’s silver rosary.
He had sent a jeweler to repair the broken silver edge and polish the tarnished beads perfectly.
“I want to adopt him, Claire,” Gabriel said softly. “I want us to raise Leo. Together. If you'll have us.”
I looked at the rosary, a symbol of everything I had lost, now restored and returned to me.
“I want that more than anything,” I whispered.
May you like
He kissed me, and for the first time in our marriage, there were no secrets between us. No rival families, no mistresses, no debts. Just us.
We had fought through hell to reclaim our family, and we had won.
