Arielle
I hang up the phone after talking with Angelo. After decades I've heard Angelo sounding happy. He now has a city to look after. He's been the man he deserved to be. Finally he is the Capo of New York, it's like a dream coming true.
After so many days the entire family are having breakfast together. Hazel and Bella are here. This must be a grateful moment for Antonio, he has always wanted to have a complete family-I guess here we are.
"How's Angelo?" Hazel asks as she add a grape on her mouth.
"Nobody can be more happier than Angelo right now!" I grin.
"He is alone in New York. Tell him not to worry, I've always got his back." Rocco says from the other side of the table.
"Yeah, we'll always be here for him. Now Chicago and New York are not rivals anymore." Antonio adds.
"I can't believe all the arduous days has end-it's really peaceful." I prompt with a beam.
"Hazel, what are you up for?" Bella asks and all of us glance at Hazel.
She shrugs then giggles, "I'll probably leave for a long vacation, I just want to forget all the bad memories that Luca gave me. He was a monster. I want to live. Have the adventures I dreamed about. I will return home arfssŕrrywhen I'll be bored." She chuckles.
"Have fun." Antonio says, "I'll search a husband for you when you'll be back."
"No! I'm not available for marriage." She mutters.
"I was kidding. Live your life." Antonio grins. "Riccardo you can take a break from work." He says.
Ric half smiles and shakes his head, "where will I go? I don't have anyone."
"If you want a companion I can come with you." Bella shrugs freely. Riccardo nods with a smirk and she throws a glance at Bella, they both exchange look. Well I guess something is building up between this blissful atmosphere.
"I'm down for Spain during next summer." Hazel shakes her phone at us while showing us a picture of Spain.
"We're happy to see you happy." I add with a smile.
"Rocco I'll be back for your wedding bro, I give you my words." Hazel giggles.
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