The Mafia Marriage Contract

The Moretti estate stood tall and proud, its gates no longer symbols of war but of strength, unity, and rebirth. Dante sat in his private study, the large windows revealing a breathtaking view of the city that was once drenched in blood. Now, the streets of Barcelona hummed with life under his reign—not out of fear, but out of respect.

His empire had been reforged, but not in the way it once was. No longer was it a kingdom built purely on violence and vengeance. Now, it was a kingdom of power, precision, and control—one that could not be taken from him ever again.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey, swirling the amber liquid slowly before taking a sip. Across from him, Lorenzo leaned back in his chair, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

"Never thought I'd see the day," Lorenzo mused. "Dante Moretti, the untouchable king, finally settling down."

Dante's gaze flicked up. "And yet, here I am. Alive. Victorious." He took another sip. "And more powerful than ever."

Sofia, lounging near the bookshelf, arched a brow. "Powerful, yes. But let's not pretend this is over. There are still remnants of Niccolò's influence. Not everyone is celebrating your return."

Dante let out a dark chuckle. "Let them try."

Amelia stepped into the room then, carrying Alessandro in her arms. The baby let out a small giggle, reaching for his father.

Dante took Alessandro from her, running a hand over his soft curls. This… this was something he never thought he'd have.

A legacy. A future beyond bloodshed.

Lorenzo grinned. "We are old men reminiscing about war."

Sofia rolled her eyes. "Speak for yourself. Some of us age like fine wine."

Amelia chuckled, her gaze locking onto Dante's. "You're building something different, Dante. I can see it. Feel it."

Dante looked at his son, then back at his wife. "I have to. For him. For us."

Then...

A deafening boom shattered the peaceful night.

**********The Last Threat*********

The entire estate shook. Glass shattered. Alessandro let out a startled cry, and Amelia instinctively pulled him close.

Dante was already on his feet, gun in hand. "Report!" he barked into his earpiece.

One of his men responded, voice tense. "Boss—attack on the east perimeter! Armed vehicles—looks like a last-ditch effort from Niccolò's remaining men!"

Lorenzo was already moving. "Bastards don't know when to quit."

Sofia loaded her gun. "Looks like we get to relive the good old days."

Dante turned to Amelia. "Stay here with Alessandro."

Amelia's eyes flashed with defiance. "Like hell I will." She strapped on a holster and kissed their son's forehead. "Finish this, Dante."

Dante nodded. Then, he and his team disappeared into the night.

****A Ghost from the Past****

The front of the estate was chaos—bullets flying, tires screeching, smoke rising into the air.

Dante moved with lethal precision, taking out attackers without hesitation.

And then—

He saw him.

A man standing atop a black armored vehicle, watching the battle unfold with a smirk.

Dante's blood ran cold.

No. It couldn't be.

The man stepped forward, his voice calm despite the carnage.

"Dante Moretti," he called out. "Did you really think you had won?"

Dante lowered his gun slightly. "You should be dead."

The man—Niccolò's right-hand strategist, Antonio De Luca—chuckled. "People have a nasty habit of surviving when they have unfinished business."

Dante exhaled sharply. "If you came to die, you should've sent a damn invitation."

Antonio smirked. "I came to give you a choice."

Dante's grip on his gun tightened. "I don't do choices."

Antonio tilted his head. "Pity." He raised a hand.

And then—

The gunfire stopped.

His men stopped shooting.

A chilling silence filled the battlefield.

Antonio smiled. "We're not here to kill you, Moretti. We're here to test you."

Dante took a step forward, his voice low and lethal. "Elaborate."

Antonio spread his arms. "You built an empire from the ashes of another. You took down Niccolò. But do you think the Mafia world will let you just walk away? The Moretti name isn't just yours, Dante. It belongs to history. To power."

Dante's jaw clenched. "I make my own damn history."

Antonio nodded, as if amused. "Then prove it."

A sleek black car pulled up behind him. The door opened.

A woman stepped out.

Dante's breath caught.

It wasn't just any woman.

It was Niccolò's sister.

The one person Dante had left alive out of respect for their childhood friendship.

Her green eyes locked onto his. "Dante," she said, voice eerily calm. "Do you really think this is over?"

Dante's world shifted.

This wasn't just an attack.

This was the beginning of something bigger.

Something darker.

Something that could either destroy everything he'd built.... Or cement his legacy forever.

Back at the estate, Dante stood in his office, staring out the window. The battle was over. Antonio and his men had left.

But the war wasn't.

Amelia stepped behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "You're thinking too much," she murmured.

Dante sighed, turning to face her. "They're testing me."

Amelia's gaze was steady. "Then show them they've already lost."

Dante exhaled, looking at her—his wife, his queen, the woman who had given him a reason to fight beyond revenge.

No more running. No more proving himself.

This time—

He would win not through war, but through control.

The Moretti name wouldn't just be feared.

It would be legendary.

And as he held Amelia close, listening to Alessandro's soft breaths in the next room..

He knew...

His reign had only just begun....

___THE END___