Chapter 9 - THE LAST MORETTI ORDER
Dante dismantled the remaining criminal organization himself.
Not with bullets.
With documents.
Contracts.
Testimony.
Closures.
He turned evidence over to federal authorities.
Some family members called him a traitor.
Others called him weak.
One elderly captain told him:
“Your father would be ashamed.”
Dante answered:
“My son isn't.”
That was enough.
There were consequences.
Investigations.
Fines.
Dante relinquished control of several companies.
He accepted legal responsibility for financial violations committed under his leadership, even when he hadn't personally known every detail.
He did not go to prison, but he paid heavily.
Money.
Influence.
Reputation.
The newspapers stopped calling him the most feared man in New York.
Clara secretly considered that an improvement.
One evening, Leo asked:
“Are we poor now?”
Dante almost choked.
“No.”
“How not poor?”
Clara laughed.
Dante thought.
“Still embarrassingly comfortable.”
Leo accepted this.
Then asked:
“Can Clara stay?”
Silence.
Clara looked at Dante.
Dante looked at Clara.
“That's her decision.”
Good answer.
Leo turned to her.
“Can you?”
“I can come tomorrow.”
“No.”
He frowned.
“Stay stay.”
Clara understood.
Family.
Her heart tightened.
“I love you, Leo.”
He looked at the piano.
“I know.”
She smiled.
“But loving you doesn't mean I move into your house tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“Because adults should make big choices carefully.”
Leo considered this.
“Dad doesn't.”
Dante looked offended.
Clara laughed until she cried.
Later, Dante walked her to her car.
“He's right.”
“About?”
“I haven't always made choices carefully.”
“No.”
“I want to make this one carefully.”
Clara became quiet.
“I love you.”
There it was.
No dramatic ballroom.
No guards.
No danger.
Just a driveway.
Clara touched his hand.
“I love you too.”
Dante smiled.
“But?”
“No but.”
He looked suspicious.
“Really?”
“Don't ruin it.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
Six months later, Clara moved in.
Not as Leo's therapist.
Not as an employee.
Not as the woman hired to fix him.
As Clara.
She maintained her performances.
Her own bank account.
Her own work.
Her own relationship with Mia.
And Leo?
Leo still had difficult days.
Still covered his ears when sounds hurt.
Still avoided some crowded rooms.
Still communicated differently depending on stress.
Nothing about love magically erased autism.
Nobody wanted it to.
The goal had never been to make Leo more convenient.
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It was to make home somewhere he didn't have to apologize for being himself.
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