Chapter 16 - Dominic Without a Crown
The envelope was addressed to Riley.
Not Dominic.
That mattered.
She waited until Noah went to school.
Then opened it alone.
Arthur’s handwriting filled four pages.
The first sentence made Riley cry.
If you are reading this, sweetheart, then either I became sentimental or you became nosy.
She laughed through tears.
That was him.
Arthur wrote about her childhood.
Her stubbornness.
The first time she tried to sharpen a knife at eleven and nearly ruined it.
The day she insisted she could carry a box twice her size.
The first boy who broke her heart.
Then he wrote about Dominic.
Arthur had known him as a teenager.
Not well.
But enough.
He described a sixteen-year-old boy sitting alone in the butcher shop back room while men searched the city during the kidnapping threat.
Dominic had asked Arthur one question.
Do I have to become my father?
Riley stopped reading.
Arthur’s answer:
No. But everyone will make it easier if you do.
Riley sat.
She understood.
Dominic’s story had begun long before he entered her shop.
Arthur’s letter continued.
If Dominic ever returns here as a man rather than a frightened boy, judge him by whether he still asks that question.
Riley folded the page.
Dominic arrived thirty minutes later.
No suit.
Jeans.
Dark sweater.
Riley stared.
“What?”
“You look normal.”
“That sounded insulting.”
“It was affectionate.”
He kissed her.
She handed him Arthur’s letter.
Dominic read.
When he reached the childhood memory, he sat.
“I remember.”
Riley sat beside him.
“You never told me.”
“I forgot.”
“No. You buried it.”
Dominic looked at the old cutting block.
“Your father gave me soup.”
Riley smiled.
“He gave everyone soup.”
“It was terrible.”
“His soup was terrible.”
“He told me never to tell him.”
“You survived because you were smart.”
Dominic laughed.
Then his eyes filled.
“He asked what I wanted to be.”
“What did you say?”
“A pilot.”
Riley stared.
“A pilot?”
“I was sixteen.”
“That is adorable.”
“Don’t.”
“Dominic Castelli wanted to fly airplanes.”
“I will leave.”
She grabbed his arm, laughing.
“No.”
He smiled.
For weeks, Dominic had not entered his former headquarters.
He had no crew meetings.
No collections.
No men waiting outside restaurants.
The transition felt strange.
People still recognized him.
Some still feared him.
But each day, that mattered less.
He spent mornings helping restructure legitimate businesses.
Afternoons with attorneys and investigators.
Evenings at the shop.
One Friday, Noah asked him to help with homework.
Dominic discovered third-grade fractions were more stressful than organized crime.
“This is impossible.”
Noah looked at him.
“It’s fractions.”
“Exactly.”
Riley watched from the kitchen.
“You manage companies.”
“Companies have accountants.”
Noah laughed.
Dominic pointed at him.
“Your mother is not allowed to help.”
“Why?”
“Conflict of interest.”
Riley shook her head.
The rebuilt apartment smelled like fresh paint.
The shop downstairs was nearly complete.
Life had begun forming rhythms.
Then Dominic received a court notice.
Elena’s trust.
A distant Castelli cousin challenged it.
Not for the money.
For control of ECF Holdings assets.
Dominic sighed.
Riley read the document.
“What happens?”
“More lawyers.”
“Natural predators.”
He smiled.
The case lasted months.
Dominic could have used influence.
He did not.
Could have threatened witnesses.
He did not.
Could have hidden records.
He handed everything over.
The judge ultimately upheld Elena’s trust and dissolved the corrupted corporate structure.
Eighty-three million dollars.
Dominic stared at the number.
Riley looked over his shoulder.
“You’re rich.”
“I was already rich.”
“That is an irritating sentence.”
He laughed.
“What will you do with it?”
Dominic looked at Elena’s letter.
“Exactly what she wanted.”
He placed half into the community fund.
Twenty million funded affordable housing.
Ten million funded small business loans.
Five million supported witness protection and legal aid programs through independent nonprofits.
He kept enough to live comfortably.
Paulie objected.
“You gave away most of it.”
“Yes.”
“Do you understand money?”
“I have some experience.”
Paulie sighed dramatically.
Vincent supported Dominic.
Mostly because Paulie was annoyed.
Riley watched the two men argue.
“They’re like brothers.”
Dominic nodded.
“Unfortunately.”
One evening, Dominic drove Riley to the Castelli estate.
Most furniture had been removed.
The mansion was being sold.
“You sure?” Riley asked.
“Yes.”
“You grew up here.”
“That isn’t the same as wanting to stay.”
He took her upstairs.
Into Elena’s old room.
The wallpaper remained faded.
Dominic opened the balcony doors.
“My mother used to stand here.”
Riley took his hand.
“She wanted you free.”
“I know.”
“You are.”
Dominic looked at her.
“Almost.”
“What’s missing?”
He reached into his pocket.
Riley froze.
“Dominic.”
He held a small ring.
Not enormous.
Not theatrical.
Simple.
Elegant.
“I had a speech.”
Riley covered her mouth.
“I practiced.”
She laughed through tears.
“It was probably terrible.”
“It was excellent.”
“Sure.”
Dominic smiled.
“I don’t want you because you made me better.”
Riley’s expression softened.
“I don’t want you because you saved me. You didn’t.”
She nodded.
“You made me look at myself. Then you made me decide.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Dominic continued.
“I love your strength. I love your temper. I love that you never let me hide behind excuses.”
“Careful.”
“I love Noah.”
That broke her.
She cried openly.
Dominic’s voice shook.
“I don’t know what kind of man I’ll be ten years from now.”
Riley touched his face.
“But I know I want to find out beside you.”
He opened the ring box.
“Marry me.”
Riley looked at him for a long moment.
Then:
“Yes.”
Dominic exhaled like a man released from a prison sentence.
Riley laughed.
He kissed her.
Then she pulled away.
“One condition.”
Dominic closed his eyes.
“Of course.”
“No bodyguards at the wedding.”
“Paulie will take that personally.”
“He’ll survive.”
“And?”
“No ridiculous mafia entrance.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“You know exactly what it means.”
Dominic smiled.
“Anything else?”
“Yes.”
Riley looked around Elena’s room.
“We don’t get married here.”
“Agreed.”
“Where?”
Dominic knew immediately.
“Your shop.”
Riley stared.
Then smiled.
“Dad would hate the mess.”
“Exactly.”
They laughed.
Outside, the old Castelli estate stood quiet.
No soldiers.
No meetings.
No fear.
Dominic had spent years believing a man without a crown was a man without power.
Now, holding Riley beside him, he finally understood.
The crown had been the cage.
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And he was free.
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