Freddy’s POV

By the time I left the office, the weight of the conversation with Ricci still lingered in my mind.

His words *You can leave the mafia, but it never leaves you* kept replaying like an echo I couldn’t silence.

But as I pulled into the driveway of our home, my thoughts shifted.

This house, the life we had built, the warmth waiting for me inside—it was real. It was mine. And I wasn’t about to let the past take that away.

I stepped out of the car and inhaled deeply, letting the crisp evening air ground me. As I walked up the steps, the distant sound of laughter...