Chapter 12 - The Most Feared Crime Boss in Boston Walked Out of Prison—And the First Person He Hugged Was MeDominic walked through the prison gates on a cold spring morning.
I waited.
He smiled.
“Hey, Grace.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“You know that's not my name.”
“I know.”
He hugged me.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then he whispered:
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
He looked toward my mother.
Then our father.
Our family stood together.
For the first time in twenty-one years.
There were no bodyguards.
No weapons.
No criminal empire.
Just four people who had survived.
Dominic had sold the remaining legitimate businesses and used the money to create a foundation.
I helped run the medical division.
My mother established a scholarship.
My father funded witness protection programs.
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We didn't erase the past.
We built something better from it.
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Chapter 14 - My Brother Gave Up the Throne That Made Boston Fear Him—And Built a Future No One Saw ComingFive years passed.
Chapter 15 - I Saved Dominic Vale From Three Bullets—But He Saved Me From a Life Built on Lies, and We Finally Became a Family — THE ENDTwenty-one years ago, I disappeared.
