Chapter 17 - Siege at the Compound
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By three o'clock that afternoon, the news had sent shockwaves through the entire underworld. Don Moretti was stripped of his territories and placed in federal custody through Elias's political connections. The rival syndicate collapsed in a single afternoon.
The Ferrante family stood supreme—unrivaled, absolute, and stronger than ever before.
Back at the oceanfront estate, peace had finally returned.
The sun began to set over the Pacific, painting the sky in deep shades of gold, crimson, and purple.
Inside the master suite, Adelaide sat up near the window, breathing easily without the assistance of the suction machine. Her oxygen levels were stable, her pulse strong.
Marin stood by her side, writing down the final entries in her worn leather notebook.
Pulse: 70.
Oxygen saturation: 98.
Suction: Unneeded.
Secretions clear. Patient fully stable.
Marin slowly closed the notebook. Her work was done.
Adelaide looked up at her, reaching out to gently take her hand. "You're leaving tonight, aren't you, my dear?"
Marin offered a small, bittersweet smile. "My contract was for night-nursing care, Adelaide. You don't need a nurse anymore. You need a vacation."
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"And what about my son?" Adelaide asked softly. "What does he need?"
Marin looked toward the door, where Elias stood leaning against the frame, watching her with a dark, profound tenderness.
