Two Mafia twins turned blue in the middle of dinner, and while three hundred pounds of armed security froze, the waitress was the only person who knew how to save them.

The return to the Moretti estate felt like crossing the threshold into another dimension. The armored vehicles idled in the courtyard while the security detail dispersed back to their regular perimeter rotations, leaving the grounds bathed in the warm, welcoming glow of landscape lighting. Inside, the house was silent and safe. Leo had fallen asleep on the living room sofa while waiting for updates, a biochemistry textbook resting open across his chest. Ellie carefully lifted the book, setting it aside on the coffee table before pulling a warm wool blanket over her brother’s shoulders, watching him sleep with a deep, peaceful sigh of relief. Damien walked up behind her, draping his jacket over her shoulders to chase away the lingering chill of the rainy night. "He’s going to be a brilliant doctor," Damien whispered, his arm sliding around her waist as they watched Leo breathe. "Because you taught him how to survive before he even knew what the word meant," Ellie replied, leaning back against him. They walked up the grand staircase together, leaving the shadows of the past locked firmly outside the iron gates, ready to embrace the quiet sanctuary they had built with blood, loyalty, and fierce, unyielding love.