Chapter 10 - A New Sunrise Over Port Alder
Six months later, the morning sun over Port Alder Bay was warm, bright, and completely clear of storm clouds.
The old Costello Syndicate was nothing more than a footnote in federal history books. The newly restructured Brennan-Costello Maritime Corporation was now a fully legitimate, worker-owned shipping enterprise, providing fair wages and safe conditions to every dock worker in the city.
At Sunset Care Center, my mother sat in a sunlit garden chair, her hair growing back healthy and strong, sipping herbal tea and laughing as she watched the nurse check her vitals.
And down on the boardwalk near the harbor, leaning against the railing of a newly restored vintage yacht, stood Adriano.
He had served a brief, negotiated sentence under federal witness protection, emerging with a clean slate and a completely restructured life. The dark, brooding aura of the mafia boss had softened into the quiet strength of a man who had finally found peace.
I walked down the wooden pier, my heels clicking softly against the planks, wearing a simple summer dress with actual, deep pockets. No hospital bills folded inside my shoes. No champagne trays to carry. No fear of the shadows.
Adriano turned around as I approached. He wasn't wearing a tailored tuxedo or holding a whiskey glass. He wore a simple black linen shirt, the sea breeze catching his dark hair.
“You’re late,” he said, a warm, genuine smile spreading across his face—the scar on his cheek curving naturally.
“Traffic on the bridge was terrible,” I replied, stopping right beside him.
He looked out over the sparkling blue water of the bay, where cargo ships moved in and out of the harbor under legitimate flags. Then he looked down at me, his dark eyes full of a quiet, unshakeable devotion.
“Are you happy, Eliza?” he asked softly.
I leaned my shoulder against his broad chest, feeling the steady, calming beat of his heart beneath his shirt.
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“For the first time in my life,” I whispered, “I don't have to run from anything.”
Adriano wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close against the morning breeze, as the city of Port Alder woke up to a brand new day.
