At a private Mafia-family wedding, three-year-old Elisa accidentally bumped a pedestal and shattered an antique porcelain vase.
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Chapter 10
We found Adrian.
Father’s old example.
He was sixty now.
Owned a vineyard in Oregon.
No interest in Caradonna.
I called.
He laughed when I explained the letter.
“So Lorenzo finally grew a conscience.”
“My father tried.”
“Tried late.”
Fair.
I asked whether he wanted anything.
Recognition.
Restoration.
Return.
“No.”
Immediate.
Then:
“End it.”
“I did.”
“Good.”
He paused.
“And don’t turn Elisa into the reason.”
I frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t tell everyone you abolished it because you love your daughter.”
He was right before explaining.
“End it because it was wrong when it happened to me too.”
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That mattered.
Reform should not depend on whether the current victim is beloved by the boss.
