Chapter 8 - The Tribunal of Marseille
The tribunal ratified Dominic’s absolute leadership without a single dissenting
vote.
The northern and southern routes were unified under the Iron Raven’s banner.
As the capos lined up to kiss Dominic’s signet ring, he waved them away.
“No oaths tonight,” Dominic said.
“Go home to your families. The ports run legitimately from this day forward.”
The capos exchanged surprised glances, but nodded in deep respect.
Dominic Moreau was no longer just a feared warlord.
He was a protector.
I stood near the heavy oak exit doors, holding a light jacket.
Dominic walked toward me, his heavy boots echoing on the marble.
“You look exhausted, Sylvie,” he said gently.
“It’s been a long week, Don Dominic.”
“Call me Dominic,” he said softly.
May you like
He took the jacket from my hands and draped it over my shoulders.
“Claire is waiting at the private villa in Ajaccio. Let's go home.”
