The same cemetery where Lucian was buried, the same place where dozens of gangsters and mobsters lay deep beneath the ground, forgotten by the world.
The same cemetery where, today, Rafael and Hans would be laid to rest.
But unlike the criminals and gangsters before them, their names would not be lost to time. They would be remembered,not just on their tombstones, but in the hearts of their loved ones… or at least by the Bellini family.
From Hans's side, not a single family member showed up. No uncles, no friends, nothing. Just James and the family.
They were his family.
A family that would carry his memory with them.
James held Charlotte's hand as they made their way to the coffins, but to his surprise, it wasn't just them who had come.
Standing at the site was Benjamin, dressed in a black suit, waiting patiently. Beside him stood a priest. Though the government had forbidden religious ceremonies for men like Hans, the priest was there anyway. He needed to do this.
