Chapter 48
The following year was a period of unprecedented prosperity and quiet for the Rizzano syndicate. The violent purges and strategic assassinations had completely sterilized the criminal ecosystem. No rival dared to challenge the established borders. The money flowed continuously through legitimate and illegitimate channels, solidifying Alessandro as a billionaire untouchable by federal authorities.
The estate thrived in this golden age. The gardens were lush and vibrant, the cinematic lighting of the mansion highlighting its flawless, architectural beauty.
Alessandro sat in the grand dining room, hosting a private dinner for his most trusted capos. The long mahogany table was set immaculately. He wore a tailored dark suit, the artistic tattoos on his hands flexing as he raised a crystal glass of expensive wine.
"To loyalty," Alessandro toasted, his voice a low, resonant rumble. "And to the peace we have earned."
"To the Boss," Dante replied, raising his glass, followed by the rest of the men.
The heavy doors opened, and Livia, now five years old, walked into the room, holding Rosalie's hand. She wore an elegant, pale-blue dress, her dark, wavy hair styled perfectly.
The hardened killers at the table immediately softened their postures, offering respectful, gentle smiles to the princess of the empire.
"Daddy, it's time for my story," Livia announced, her American accent clear and confident.
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Alessandro set his glass down instantly. "Of course, principessa."
He stood up, excusing himself from the war council. The men watched with profound respect as the most dangerous man in the country walked away from a multi-million dollar discussion to read a bedtime story to his child.
