Chapter 11 - The Gala Where Everything Shatters
Before Falcone’s fingers could clear his holster, Luca moved with blinding speed.
His hand shot across the table, catching Falcone’s wrist in an iron grip and slamming it downward against the mahogany surface. The sickening crack of fracturing bone echoed through the chamber.
Falcone screamed in agony.
Luca leaned in close, his face inches from his rival’s sweating forehead.
“You used my dying wife,” Luca whispered in a voice that promised hell itself. “You threatened my daughter. And now, by the unanimous verdict of this council, your empire belongs to me.”
Don Carlotti stood up, raising his hand.
“The Commission recognizes Don Luca Moretti’s legitimate authority over all northern and western territories. Dante Falcone is stripped of his seat, effective immediately.”
Falcone’s own bodyguards stepped back, lowering their weapons, refusing to die for a disgraced boss.
Luca released Falcone’s broken wrist.
“Get him out of my sight,” Luca ordered coldly.
As the guards dragged the sobbing former don out of the room, Luca turned to face me.
The hardness in his eyes melted away completely.
“You did it, Claire,” he whispered. “You saved everything.”
“We saved Lily,” I replied, my voice shaking with relief.
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Luca reached out and took my hand in his, right in front of the entire assembly of Chicago’s most powerful men. He didn't care about appearances. He didn't care about protocol.
“Let’s go home to our daughter.”
