Chapter 8 - The Last War
Vittorio had one advantage left.
He knew where the remaining money was hidden.
He also knew that Khloe controlled it.
He kidnapped Khloe's grandmother.
Then he sent one message.
Bring the ledger.
Come alone.
Khloe wanted to go.
Enzo refused.
“You'll be walking into a trap.”
“My grandmother is there.”
“I know.”
“We can't wait.”
“I know.”
She looked at him.
“Then help me.”
That was the moment Enzo understood that protecting Khloe did not mean locking her away.
It meant standing beside her.
They followed the location.
An abandoned theater.
Rows of empty seats.
A broken stage.
Vittorio waited in the balcony.
Khloe walked onto the stage.
The ledger in her hand.
“Release her.”
Vittorio smiled.
“You have your mother's eyes.”
“And your mistakes.”
His face tightened.
“You don't understand the world you're inheriting.”
“I don't want your world.”
“You have no choice.”
“Yes.”
Khloe raised the ledger.
“I do.”
She dropped it on the stage.
The entire theater went silent.
Vittorio descended the stairs.
“You'll regret this.”
“No.”
She smiled.
“I already made the decision.”
Enzo appeared behind him.
Vittorio turned.
Gunfire erupted.
Men shouted.
The theater became chaos.
Adrian freed the grandmother.
Khloe ran toward them.
Vittorio chased.
They reached the backstage area.
A narrow corridor.
A dead end.
Vittorio pointed his gun.
“Give me the ledger.”
Khloe stared at him.
“You killed my father.”
“Yes.”
“You ruined my mother.”
“Yes.”
“You hunted me.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Vittorio laughed.
“Because your family owned something more valuable than money.”
“What?”
“Freedom.”
Khloe frowned.
He continued.
“Your father believed people could live without power.”
“He was right.”
Vittorio shook his head.
“No.”
He looked at Enzo.
“He taught the boy to believe it too.”
Enzo stepped forward.
“He taught me enough.”
Vittorio aimed at him.
Khloe moved between them.
“No.”
Enzo's eyes widened.
“Khloe.”
She turned toward Vittorio.
“You wanted me to inherit everything.”
She smiled.
“So I am giving it away.”
Vittorio froze.
“What?”
“The foundation.”
Khloe held up a document.
“Everything goes to hospitals, schools, shelters, and legal aid organizations.”
Vittorio's face collapsed.
“You can't.”
“I can.”
She pointed at him.
“And every account connected to you will be exposed.”
Vittorio lowered his gun.
For the first time, he looked defeated.
Police sirens echoed outside.
Enzo had arranged everything.
The evidence had already been delivered.
Vittorio's empire ended there.
He was arrested.
The theater fell silent.
Khloe turned to her grandmother.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded.
Then looked at Enzo.
“You kept your promise.”
Enzo smiled.
“I finally understood it.”
The family left together.
Outside, morning sunlight broke through the clouds.
Khloe stood beside Enzo.
“What now?”
He looked at her.
“Coffee.”
She laughed.
“That's your plan?”
“It's a start.”
They went to a small café.
No bodyguards.
No hidden guns.
No private rooms.
Just coffee.
Khloe looked at him.
“You know, you're terrible at normal.”
“I know.”
“You'll learn.”
He smiled.
“Will you teach me?”
May you like
She met his eyes.
“Yes.”
