During a private Bellandi welcome party, Lorenzo heard muffled cries coming from behind the family’s enormous portrait.

Six months later.

The morning sun broke brightly over the sweeping green hills of the renovated Bellandi estate in Tuscany, Italy.

The dark, claustrophobic walls of the old New York mansion were long gone. Lorenzo had completely dismantled the syndicate’s illegal networks, turning the Bellandi family assets into a massive international shipping conglomerate and children's medical trust named The Elena & Isabella Foundation.

Marcus and his surviving mercenaries were serving life sentences in a federal maximum-security prison without the possibility of parole, convicted on charges of federal racketeering, kidnapping, and murder.

On the sunlit stone terrace overlooking the olive groves, four-year-old Isabella was running happily in a bright yellow summer dress, her joyful laughter floating across the warm breeze.

Sitting at the outdoor table was Lorenzo, wearing a crisp linen shirt, drinking fresh espresso while reviewing foundation scholarship applications.

Dante walked out onto the terrace, wearing a comfortable suit, holding a tablet.

"The federal prosecutors officially closed the investigation file today, Boss," Dante reported with a warm smile. "Every clean asset has been transferred to the trust. You are completely clear."

Lorenzo looked up, taking a deep breath of the fresh mountain air, feeling a peace he hadn't known in years.

"Thank you, Dante," Lorenzo said. "For everything."

Isabella ran over to the table, holding a cluster of freshly picked wild lavender flowers, and scrambled onto Lorenzo’s lap.

"Look, Daddy!" she giggled, holding the flowers up to his nose. "They smell like sunshine!"