Chapter 10 - The Queen of the Skyline
Three months later.
Spring had finally broken over Chicago, washing the gray winter streets in vibrant green and warm sunlight.
The grand ballroom of the Castile estate was filled with white roses, beeswax candles, and the soft strains of a string quartet playing near the French doors that opened out onto the blooming gardens.
There were no mobs, no gunfire, no fear—only family, close friends, and the quiet, undeniable peace of a war finally won.
Rosa Castile sat in the front row, wiping a tear of pure joy from her cheek as the doors at the end of the aisle opened.
Sadie walked down the aisle in a gown of ivory silk and delicate lace. Her hands were fully healed, the scars from the fire faded into faint silver lines—reminders of the night her old life ended and her real life began.
Waiting for her at the altar stood Dominic. He wore a classic black tuxedo, his dark eyes shining with a depth of emotion that only she would ever truly see.
When she reached him, he took her hands in his, his thumbs gently brushing her knuckles.
“You know,” Sadie whispered with a teasing smile as the priest began to speak, “for a terrifying mafia boss, you’re an awful lot of trouble.”
Dominic smiled—a genuine, radiant smile that completely transformed his face.
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“And for a broke waitress, you have a terrible habit of walking into fires,” he whispered back, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips before the vows could even begin.
They had both survived the ashes. And standing together beneath the bright spring sky, looking out over the city they now ruled side by side, they knew the fire could never touch them again.
