All Chapters of Reclaiming My Path: Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

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

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