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Of course?

Was he insane?

“Vinnie’s a mob boss! He could’ve⁠—”

“Stella, you wanted your brother. Vinnie felt he had rights to him. I offered him a marker to insure you’d get to do what you felt you had to do.”

I felt something wet hit my eyes.

Wet that felt a lot like tears.

“You’d give a marker to a mob boss for me?”

“Stella, I’d do anything for you.”

Soul deep.

I pitched to the side, colliding with Cash. His arms came around me, but before he could pull me to his chest, I tipped my head and kissed him.

Not hot, hungry, and wet the way he normally kissed me.

Just a soft touch of my lips.

“Aw, who knew Cash was such a romantic?” Easton quipped.

“Nothing says I love you like doing a hit for a mob boss,” Jonas tossed in.

I smiled against Cash’s mouth. “Your friends are idiots, honey.”

“Just wait, they get worse.”

He pulled back just far enough to catch my eyes. “Let’s go tell Cara she’s having bestie time with Gia and Frankie after school and head over to the farm.”

Cara.

I closed my eyes.

Cash and Cara on the couch watching TV.

Cash painting Cara’s nails.

Cara combing Cash’s hair.

Us eating dinner together.

Together.

Us.

Our family.

Clean. Easy. Beautiful.

Damion wasn’t going to infest one more second of my life.

“No, tonight’s homemade pizza night and Cara has all her toppings planned out.”

“Are you⁠—”