Chapter 13 - The Aftermath In Brooklyn
Three weeks later, the morning sun finally broke through the grey clouds over Manhattan, casting a warm golden light over the city.
Inside a quiet café near Brooklyn Bridge Park, Maya sat at a corner table wearing a fresh cream-colored sweater and jeans.
Her ankle had healed, and the bruises on her wrist were completely gone, replaced by a sense of quiet freedom she hadn't felt in years.
Jax walked into the café wearing his dark leather jacket, carrying two cups of fresh coffee to her table.
He set one cup down in front of her, sitting down opposite her as he looked out at the boats moving along the East River.
"The federal grand jury returned a guilty verdict on all forty counts against Vance this morning," Maya shared, a faint smile on her lips.
"He's going to serve twenty years at the federal facility in Florence, Colorado."
Jax took a sip of his coffee, nodding slowly as he digested the final conclusion of their long nightmare.
"What about you, Maya?" Jax asked, looking into her eyes. "Are you going back to the Justice Department in Washington?"
Maya looked down at her coffee cup, taking a moment before meeting his gaze.
"They offered me a promotion to lead the regional corruption task force right here in New York," she revealed.
"They want someone who isn't afraid to stand up to powerful men in sharp suits."
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Jax let out a quiet, rare chuckle, his rugged face relaxing into a genuine expression of pride.
"They picked the right woman for the job," Jax said smoothly.
