Chapter 15
Marco changed less convincingly.
He still believed the political outcome proved him partially right.
Technically, it did.
The new continuity council worked.
I delegated more.
Capos challenged me more openly.
Romanos became less dependent on one man’s health.
Good.
Marco heard about every improvement and treated it like vindication.
“You built what I wanted.”
“No.”
I looked at him across the final meeting I granted.
“You built a reason I had to examine what I wanted.”
Difference.
He frowned.
“You think that matters?”
“Yes.”
“You still share power.”
“Yes.”
“So I was right.”
I leaned forward.
“You were right that the house had a fire risk.”
Silence.
“You were wrong to burn Anna to prove it.”
That ended the argument.
Political correctness does not erase moral method.
He wanted the result to retroactively cleanse the path.
It could not.
Marco left Boston months later.
Not exiled.
His choice.
For the first time in years, he would have to build something that did not begin with his cousin’s surname opening doors.
May you like
Maybe good for him.
Not my responsibility.
