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Oh, I will.

Every damn day. There isn’t a thing I’d change about her. Not even that bratty mouth of hers.

And I vow to show her that she owns me completely, no matter what life may throw at us.

There is not a single doubt that our love will give us the power we need to take on the world.

And, if all else fails, we will have one hell of a time burning it to the fucking ground together.

Now that is true love.

EPILOGUE

ZARA

8 MONTHS LATER

Blinking my eyes as I wake up, I find Frankie standing at the end of my hospital bed, cradling our son. His mop of black hair rests on Frankie’s tattooed arm. He is whispering something in Italian to him, and in this moment, my heart is full.

Even if giving birth was excruciating. The second I did my final push and his cries filled the room, with Frankie holding my hand the entire time, I was complete.

Frankie looks up and his gray eyes meet mine, full of admiration.

“Did you have a good nap, mama?” he whispers.

“I did, although I could do with some more painkillers.”

I can’t even pinpoint where the pain is coming from. I might as well have jumped in front of a truck. I don’t care. I’ll take this agony any day to have my boys standing in front of me.

“I’ll take care of it, angel.” Frankie pads over to the side of the bed. “You want a cuddle?”

I look up at him and his eyes glisten.

“Gimme.”

I hold my arms out, and he carefully leans over, placing our baby into the crook of my elbow. Closing my eyes, I take a deep inhale of that perfect newborn scent and press a kiss to the top of his head. Tears start to well in my eyes.

Frankie gently strokes my hair away from my face, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

“I love you, Zara,” he whispers.

“I love you, too, both of you. My boys.”

“We did it, Frankie. We really did it.” I sniffle, and he continues to stroke my hair. A sob catches in my throat as Frankie leans down and kisses the baby’s head.

“This is just the start, dolcezza.”

“He looks like a Leo, don’t you think?”

He raises a brow. “Leonardo.”

“Yes, Leonardo.” I roll my eyes and he pins me with a stare.

“After what I just witnessed, you can name him whatever you like, baby.”

“Was it that bad?”

“I’ve seen some things in my time, but that may be one of the most brutal.”

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