Chapter 69
The extraction was as flawless as the assault. By the time the Boston police responded to the silent alarms, the Falcone team had completely vanished, leaving behind no evidence of their presence. Domenico’s private jet touched down at his estate just as the sun began to rise. The bright, cinematic morning light poured over the manicured lawns, illuminating a fortress that had survived yet another test of its absolute sovereignty. Domenico walked into the grand atrium, shedding his heavy tactical gear. He wore his dark trousers and unbuttoned white shirt, the elegant, negative-space tattoos catching the pristine sunlight. His handsome, movie-star face was relaxed, the violent burden of the night completely washed away. Evelyn was standing near the sweeping marble staircase, holding a fresh cup of coffee. She wore a soft morning gown, her breathtaking beauty grounding his soul. "Is it done?" Evelyn asked, her American accent calm and steady. "The corporate threat is eradicated," Domenico replied, crossing the marble floor to pull her into a tight, secure embrace. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent. "No one will ever try to use your past against us again." "I know," she smiled, pressing a warm kiss to his sharp jawline.
