Chapter 18 - PEACE AFTER THE STORMThree weeks later, the sun shone brightly over the newly constructed wing of St. Jude's Hospital.
In the private recovery suite, Antonio sat propped up in bed, looking healthy despite the heavy bandaging across his chest. The bullet had missed his heart by less than an inch—a miracle attributed to the immediate, high-level trauma triage I had performed on the alleyway pavement while waiting for the ambulance.
The door opened, and a senior agent from the FBI stepped inside, laying a thick manila folder on Antonio's bedside table.
"Federal immunity for the entire Russo estate," the agent announced calmly. "In exchange for your full cooperation in dismantling Moretti's illegal distribution networks, the Department of Justice is officially closing all open investigations into your family."
After the agent left, I stepped into the room carrying two warm cups of coffee.
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"The Five Families signed the non-aggression pact this morning," I informed him, sitting on the edge of his bed. "The Russo syndicate is officially going legitimate. All assets are being transferred into green energy, real estate, and medical philanthropy."
Antonio smiled, taking my hand in his. "You accomplished in three weeks what my father couldn't do in thirty years."
