Chapter 11 - A Moment of Peace Before the Tempest
Back in Chicago, three weeks had passed since the night of the storm, and baby Sophia was thriving.
She had gained two pounds, her small cheeks filling out with healthy pink color, her dark eyes bright and curious.
On a quiet Tuesday evening, Enzo walked into the nursery to find Elena sitting in the rocking chair, nursing the baby under a soft lamp light.
He leaned against the doorframe, watching them in silence, feeling a profound sense of peace he had never known in his violent life.
Elena looked up and smiled, gesturing for him to come closer.
Enzo walked over, kneeling beside the chair and gently placing his hand over Sophia’s tiny head.
“I bought the bakery back for Aunt Marie today,” Enzo mentioned quietly, looking up at Elena.
“Rebuilding starts next week. Double the size, brand new equipment, and a state-of-the-art security system.”
Elena smiled warmly, reaching out to stroke his cheek. “Thank you, Lorenzo. That means the world to her.”
“I’m liquidating my interest in the dock shipping terminals too,” Enzo added, taking a deep breath.
“I’m transitioning the Vitale holdings into legitimate commercial real estate and clean logistics.”
Elena’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Are you doing that for me?”
“I’m doing it for her,” Enzo said, looking down at his daughter.
“I don't want Sophia growing up in a world where she has to look under her father’s car before she gets inside.”
“I want to give her a clean name.”
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Elena leaned down and pressed a long, soft kiss to Enzo’s lips, her heart swelling with love for the man he was becoming.
“You’re a good man, Lorenzo Vitale,” Elena whispered against his skin. “Never let anyone tell you otherwise.”
