Chapter 7 - The Day the Mafia Boss Burned His Own Empire
Geneva was gray when we arrived.
Adrian wanted the meeting in an old financial building near Lake Geneva.
The place was nearly empty.
Dominic carried the original register.
I carried the translated evidence.
Federal agents waited nearby.
Victoria had been located.
She was being monitored.
Elias had agreed to cooperate.
We entered the building.
Adrian stood beside a window.
Older now.
White hair.
A cane.
But still dangerous.
“Dominic.”
Dominic stopped.
“You killed my father.”
Adrian smiled.
“Your father killed himself.”
“Liar.”
“He built the trust.”
“He tried to save people.”
“He tried to destroy everything.”
I stepped forward.
“You altered the translations.”
Adrian looked at me.
“So did your father.”
“No.”
“You know nothing.”
“I know the original German.”
His smile faded.
“You were always the problem.”
I held up the translated document.
“You used the wrong legal definition.”
“Which one?”
I named it.
He stared.
Then laughed.
“You really are clever.”
“No.”
I smiled.
“I'm meticulous.”
Dominic placed the register on the table.
“Release Victoria.”
Adrian shook his head.
“You're still negotiating.”
“No.”
Dominic opened a folder.
“I've already sent copies of everything to federal investigators.”
Adrian's smile vanished.
“Everything.”
The room became silent.
“Your accounts.”
“Your shell companies.”
“Your false translations.”
“Your identity records.”
“Your communications.”
“Everything.”
Adrian stared at him.
“You would destroy your own family.”
Dominic's voice was steady.
“My family is not your empire.”
Adrian raised his weapon.
Dominic moved.
Agents rushed through the doors.
Adrian fired.
The shot missed.
He was tackled to the floor.
Dominic stood still.
I ran toward Victoria when she appeared.
She was bruised but alive.
She hugged me.
“I am sorry.”
I nodded.
“I know.”
The operation ended hours later.
Adrian was arrested.
The legal fight lasted another year.
Dominic cooperated completely.
He lost companies.
Properties.
Accounts.
Status.
The public called it scandal.
The newspapers called it a collapse.
But something else happened.
The trust was restored.
Hundreds of millions were recovered.
Children who had been promised education finally received it.
Families who had spent decades believing they had been forgotten received compensation.
My mother's medical treatment was fully covered.
She moved to New York.
For the first time in my life, I could visit her without calculating the price of the train ticket.
Dominic lost nearly everything.
Except me.
One night, we sat together in a tiny apartment.
No mansion.
No guards inside.
No private dining room.
Just two chairs and a kitchen table.
I looked at him.
“Do you regret it?”
“What?”
“Giving everything away.”
He looked around.
Then at me.
“No.”
I smiled.
“You used to own half of Manhattan.”
“I still own this chair.”
I laughed.
“That isn't impressive.”
He smiled.
“I don't need impressive anymore.”
I touched his hand.
“Good.”
He turned his fingers around mine.
“I need real.”
My heart moved.
For the first time, I realized something.
I had fallen in love with Dominic Russo.
Not the powerful man.
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Not the feared man.
The man who had chosen truth when lies would have made him richer.
