One year later, the DeLuca mansion was no longer filled with gunfire, shouting, or the smell of blood — only laughter, peace, and the sweet cry of a baby learning to walk.
The morning sun poured gently through the glass windows, spreading light across the grand living room. Elena sat on the couch, her long hair falling softly down her shoulder as she fed baby Leonardo. His little hands kept reaching for her face, his laughter echoing through the hall like music.
"Slow down, my little lion," she whispered, smiling as he grabbed her nose and giggled.
Across the room, Lorenzo stood by the balcony, his black shirt unbuttoned at the top, a faint smile playing on his lips. He wasn't the same man he used to be — the cold, ruthless mafia leader everyone feared. Now, he was a husband, a father, and a protector in a different way.
He turned, watching Elena and Leonardo, and for the first time in a long while, peace settled in his heart.
Elena noticed his stare and laughed softly. "You've been watching us for the past ten minutes, Lorenzo. What's running through that dangerous mind of yours?"
Lorenzo smirked, walking over to her. "Just thinking how lucky I am," he said, sitting beside her and kissing her temple. "I spent years fighting wars, killing to survive… and now, I wake up to this."
Elena smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. "We both fought too hard to get here. Sometimes I still think it's all a dream."
He tilted her chin up gently, his voice low. "If this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up."
Baby Leonardo made a soft noise, looking up at them with big brown eyes that mirrored both their souls. Lorenzo chuckled and lifted him into his arms, tossing him slightly in the air. The baby laughed, his tiny hands waving in excitement.
"You're going to be stronger than me, little one," Lorenzo said proudly. "But no guns, no blood. Only love and power the right way."
Elena reached up and touched Lorenzo's cheek. "He'll have both — your strength and my heart. That's what will make him different."
The clock ticked softly in the background. For once, silence didn't mean fear; it meant peace. The house that once echoed with violence now carried the warmth of a family that refused to break.
Later that evening, the three of them walked through the garden. The roses were blooming again — the same ones that had once been splattered with blood. Elena stopped, taking a deep breath of the fresh air.
Lorenzo came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "This place used to be my battlefield," he said quietly. "But now, it's home because of you."
Elena smiled and leaned against him. "We rebuilt it together. We rebuilt us."
He kissed her neck softly. "And I'll keep rebuilding for the rest of my life if it means keeping you safe."
Elena looked at her son, then at Lorenzo. "Our new life," she whispered. "No more pain. No more revenge. Just us."
Lorenzo nodded, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Forever us."
As the night fell and the stars began to shine, the DeLuca mansion stood quiet and calm — no longer a fortress of war, but a sanctuary of love.
And under the same moon that once witnessed their pain, Lorenzo and Elena finally had what they fought for all along:
peace, family, and forever.
"We were born from blood and vengeance, but in the end, love made us the most powerful Mafia of all."
THE END