Fall of the Underboss
“Then I realized that if I’m not strong enough, even the safe harbor becomes the eye of the storm.”
Carlo opened his mouth, then said nothing.
“Now, I am the storm.” I lifted my glass. “And the sun.”
The amber liquid caught the moonlight as I drained it, then turned and walked back into the hall.
Behind me stretched the endless stars and the boundless sea.
And I, calm, strong, free, walked among them.