Chapter 6 - The Fall of the King
The Commission’s verdict was swift and absolute. Under the traditional rules of the syndicate, Dante was stripped of his rank, his assets were seized to repay the debts owed to the other families, and he was officially exiled from Chicago under threat of immediate execution if he ever attempted to reclaim his territory.
Dante stood paralyzed as his own guards stripped him of his firearms and his gold signet ring—the symbol of the Moretti Don.
“Amara... please,” Dante choked out, stepping toward her as the meeting adjourned. The capos walked past him as if he were already a ghost.
Amara remained seated, looking up at the man who had once been her entire world. “You told me two choices, Dante. Accept your disrespect or leave. I chose option three: I took everything you used to humiliate me.”
“I loved you,” Dante stammered, tears finally pooling in his eyes—the very tears he had expected from her weeks ago. “I lost my way, Amara. The power, the stress... Selena meant nothing to me! It was just noise!”
“Selena was a symptom, Dante,” Amara said, standing up gracefully. “Your arrogance was the disease. You thought because you were feared by men, you were invincible to the woman who built your home. You mistook my grace for weakness.”
“What about our daughter?” Dante begged, falling to his knees on the carpet, reaching out to touch the hem of her coat. “Please... don’t take my child from me.”
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Amara stepped back out of his reach, her eyes filled with a mixture of pity and finality. “She will know who her father was, Dante. But she will never grow up watching him break her mother.”
She turned and walked out of the penthouse, accompanied by Julian. Behind her, Dante’s broken sobs echoed through the empty hall—a king left without a crown, without a family, and without a legacy.
