Sometime later, Williams and Juliana sat in their mansion’s living room, cradling their newborn baby boy. He was tiny, wrapped in a soft blue cloth, his little breaths steady and calm against Juliana’s chest. They named him Clinton.
Williams touched his son’s forehead gently with one finger. “You will never know the life I lived under that bridge,” he whispered. “You’ll only know love.”
Juliana kissed his cheek. “He already has everything he needs. He has you.”
For a while, their peace seemed complete. The company thrived, their home was filled with the joy of a new baby, and Williams, after so long, had a family again.
But even from prison, Obinna’s words lingered like a dark curse: This isn’t over. The reminder of that threat came sooner than expected. One evening, Johnson arrived at the mansion with troubling news.
He sat with Williams in the study, his expression grim. “We received word from a source inside the prison,” Johnson said slowly. “Obinna has been talking. He claims he still has connections on the outside, people who owe him favors. He’s boasting that even behind bars, he can still reach you.”
Williams frowned, his hand tightening on the armrest of his chair. “He’s locked away. What more can he do?”
Johnson leaned forward. “He’s dangerous, Williams. And desperate men find desperate ways. I don’t want you taking this lightly.”
Williams sighed, his mind flashing back to the searing pain in his arm, to Juliana’s terrified tears. He looked at Johnson with calm resolve. “Let him threaten. I’ve lived through worse. What Obinna doesn’t understand is that fear no longer rules me.”
Still, when he walked into Clinton’s room later that night and stood watching his son sleeping peacefully in his crib, Williams made a silent vow. If Obinna comes for us again, he will fail.
Weeks passed. Williams settled fully into his role at Aerospace, guiding the engineering teams with unmatched skill. Johnson often introduced him at major meetings as “the man who saved the skies,” a title that always humbled Williams but also carried a heavy weight.
Juliana adjusted to motherhood with natural grace, though she often worried about the threats that seemed to hang over them. “Promise me,” she whispered to him one night, “that no matter what happens, we’ll face it together.”
Williams kissed her hand. “Always.”..
