Chapter 7 - Dante Asked Her to Leave the City With Him—But Amara Refused to Run From the Life She Had Fought to Reclaim
Dante planned to leave Manhattan.
He wanted a quieter life.
Amara said no.
He was stunned.
“Why?”
“Because I spent my entire childhood running.”
“You don't have to.”
“I know.”
“Then why stay?”
“Because this is my city too.”
She smiled.
“You don't get to decide where my story ends.”
He laughed softly.
“Fair.”
They stayed.
Their relationship grew.
Dante learned ordinary things.
Grocery shopping.
Cooking.
Laundry.
Amara discovered he couldn't make coffee.
She made fun of him.
He pretended to be offended.
One evening, he asked:
“What did you think of me the first time you met me?”
“Arrogant.”
“Fair.”
“Cold.”
“Accurate.”
“Terrifying.”
He frowned.
“You're enjoying this.”
“Yes.”
He kissed her.
Then she said:
“And attractive.”
He smiled.
“Finally.”
She laughed.
The wedding came a year later.
No mafia guests.
No politicians.
No weapons.
Just family.
Julian gave a speech.
“To the woman who made Dante human.”
Dante objected.
“I was human before.”
Amara laughed.
“Debatable.”
Their wedding was beautiful.
But during the reception, an old video played.
Her mother.
Young.
Healthy.
Smiling.
She spoke directly to Amara.
“If you're watching this, you survived.”
Amara cried.
“I know I lied.”
“I had to.”
“But someday, you'll understand.”
“Your life belongs to you.”
“Not the Moretti family.”
“Not the Bennetts.”
“Not anyone.”
“Choose.”
The video ended.
Dante took Amara's hand.
She whispered:
“I choose you.”
He kissed her.
May you like
“I choose you.”
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