Chapter 7 - The War That Ended in the Courtroom
For months, the city was unstable.
Old alliances collapsed.
Dante's network broke apart.
Marcus became a target.
But he stayed.
He testified.
He gave prosecutors names.
Accounts.
Locations.
Everything.
For the first time, I watched him destroy the world he had once inherited.
Not with bullets.
With truth.
Dante was eventually captured.
The trial became national news.
People called Marcus a criminal.
A witness.
A traitor.
A hero.
He ignored all of it.
When asked why he cooperated, he answered:
“I had a daughter.”
That sentence became famous.
Sophia was four months old when the trial ended.
She smiled at him from the courthouse steps.
He cried.
Not publicly.
Only when he thought I couldn't see.
I did.
Dante was sentenced.
Marcus's father died peacefully six months later.
Before he died, he asked to see Sophia.
Marcus carried her inside.
The old man held his granddaughter.
Then he looked at me.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For saving my son.”
I shook my head.
“He saved himself.”
The old man smiled.
“That's even better.”
He died that night.
Marcus changed after that.
He sold the estate.
Sold the cars.
Sold the businesses connected to the past.
We moved into a normal house.
White walls.
Small kitchen.
Backyard.
Sophia had a room filled with stuffed animals.
Her favorite was a fox.
Sometimes I caught Marcus standing in the doorway watching her sleep.
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
“You're staring.”
“I still can't believe she's real.”
I smiled.
“She is.”
He looked at me.
“I don't deserve this.”
“No.”
He raised an eyebrow.
I continued.
“But you can choose to be worthy of it.”
He smiled.
“That sounds harder.”
“It is.”
One night, he made dinner.
He burned everything.
Sophia ate cereal.
We laughed.
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It was the first ordinary evening of our lives.
And somehow, it felt extraordinary.
