CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVEN

Eli’s POV

The sun didn’t rise with pain anymore.

Not like it used to back when our mornings were filled with grief, uncertainty, and mourning. Now, it just slipped over the horizon with it's usual ease, casting soft gold across the glass windows of our base in New York.

Home.

It was a strange word to use for a building full of ex-killers, reformed gangsters, and broken legacies, but this place—this life we were rebuilding from the ashes—was the only thing that felt close enough.

La Sovrana Fami