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Chapter 13

Author: No Summer
In the days that followed, I threw myself completely into the work at the docks. Mark stayed by my side, handling all sorts of matters for me. He was meticulous in making sure everything I needed was taken care of.

One evening, Mark handed me a document and said, “Miss Lily, a client in Milan wants to expand our partnership. They’d like you to make your way there to sign a formal contract.”

I took the document, flipping through it. “Alright. We’ll head to Milan next week. We might as well check out the new warehouse while we’re there.”

On the plane to Milan, I leaned back in my seat, staring out at the endless blue sky. Mark sat beside me and handed me a magazine.

“You’ve been overworking yourself lately. Try to rest on the flight,” he advised.

I accepted it but didn’t read it. Instead, I looked at him. “Mark, thank you. If it weren’t for you, I might still be in hiding.”

He gave a small, gentle smile. “It’s what I should’ve done. Your father saved my life years ago, so helping
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    Autumn in Milan always carried a damp chill. I had just finished a video call with a client in Rome when Mark walked in, holding a telegram from Sicily. His expression was darker than the overcast sky outside.“Miss Lily, something’s happened in Sicily.” He handed me the telegram, his fingers trembling ever so slightly.The handwriting was messy, but the words hit like a punch. “Enzo was arrested at the Sicilian port for involvement in a Camorra smuggling case and an accidental civilian death from three years ago. He’s been handed over to the New York authorities.”My knuckles went white as I gripped the paper—not from shock, but because I remembered the way he looked when he left New York three months ago. He had stood on the dock, clutching the list of Giovanna’s leftover associates. “I’m going to Sicily to clean up old business… and make things right so that you can have peace of mind,” he had said.Now, I realized some stains simply couldn’t be washed away, like the seeds of

  • Reclaiming My Path   Chapter 13

    In the days that followed, I threw myself completely into the work at the docks. Mark stayed by my side, handling all sorts of matters for me. He was meticulous in making sure everything I needed was taken care of. One evening, Mark handed me a document and said, “Miss Lily, a client in Milan wants to expand our partnership. They’d like you to make your way there to sign a formal contract.”I took the document, flipping through it. “Alright. We’ll head to Milan next week. We might as well check out the new warehouse while we’re there.”On the plane to Milan, I leaned back in my seat, staring out at the endless blue sky. Mark sat beside me and handed me a magazine. “You’ve been overworking yourself lately. Try to rest on the flight,” he advised.I accepted it but didn’t read it. Instead, I looked at him. “Mark, thank you. If it weren’t for you, I might still be in hiding.”He gave a small, gentle smile. “It’s what I should’ve done. Your father saved my life years ago, so helping

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    By five o’clock the next morning, before the sun had even risen, the docks were already crowded with people. Our workers, members of other organizations, and Mark’s old crew were all there, armed and ready, their eyes steady with determination.Enzo was also there, dressed in black tactical gear, a submachine gun in his hands. He stood beside me. “Lily,” he said, “if it gets messy, stay right behind me. Don’t rush forward.”I shook my head and drew my pistol from my waist. “I’m not the same Lily as before. I’m the heir of the Moretti family. I’ll fight alongside everyone.”Enzo’s eyes flickered with something unreadable and complicated, but he finally nodded. “Alright. Just be careful.”At six o’clock, the distant roar of trucks echoed across the docks. Lorenzo Conti and the remaining Camorra forces had arrived, with a dozen trucks blocking the dock entrance. Burly men jumped down, wielding steel pipes and knives, their presence aggressive and threatening.“Moretti family!” the

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    Friday night, I was on a video call with a client in Milan when my phone suddenly rang. It was Papa calling.I quickly ended the call and answered.“Lily…” His voice was weak, roughened by a cough. “The family docks… They’re being targeted by the remaining Camorra forces. They set fire to the warehouse and injured three of our workers. I need you to come back and take charge.”My heart sank. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”“I’m fine. I’m just old and weary,” he said, coughing again. “Enzo is helping, but he’s not a Moretti. People don’t respect him. Lily, only you can stabilize things.”After hanging up, I sank into my chair, my mind racing.Milan’s new partnership was finally taking shape, and now the New York docks were in crisis. On one side was my fledgling career, and on the other was my family responsibility. I had no choice.“I’m going back to New York,” I told Mark.He nodded. “I’ll come with you. Don’t worry. I’ll handle the Milan clients, and together we’ll manage t

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    The next week, Enzo was waiting outside my apartment every single day.The first day was sunny. He stood beneath a sycamore tree, holding a raspberry macaron—they used to be my favorite. He had probably gone a long way to get it. I watched from the window as he just stood there, occasionally glancing up at my window like a dog waiting for its owner to come home.The second day, it rained. He carried a black umbrella, but most of him was soaked from the umbrella tilting toward the thermos he held, probably filled with hot coffee. I told Mark to take an umbrella down for him, but Enzo refused it. “I’ll give it to her myself when she comes down,” he said. The third day, snow fell. It was Milan’s first of the year. He wore only a thin suit, rubbing his hands from the cold, yet he wouldn’t leave. Despite Mark urging him to go back, he insisted on staying. “I’ll wait just half an hour. Just half an hour.” Three hours later, snow had covered his hair, turning it white.I wasn’t hea

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    I returned to the apartment that evening, and a brown leather envelope hung from the doorknob. A black rose emblem—the Camorra’s mark—was stamped on the seal.My heart sank. I tore it open, and inside were several photos of Enzo tied to a chair with blood streaming down his forehead, his wrists red and raw from the ropes.On the back, scrawled in red ink, read, “If you want to keep Enzo alive, meet tonight at ten at the old warehouse. Don’t call the cops or bring any backup. Otherwise, you’ll never see him again.”My hands started to shake, and the photos slipped from my grip. Enzo’s face flashed before my eyes again. Although he had hurt me, I couldn’t just stand by and let him die.With that, I picked up my phone and dialed Mark’s number, my fingers hovering over the keypad, hesitating.Giovanna had said no backup, but what if I brought someone anyway, and she actually tried to kill him?“Hello? Miss Lily?” Mark’s voice came through.“Mark, Giovanna has kidnapped Enzo. She wan

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