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“Well. I’d like that.”
“And then maybe this time your brother and father will want to kill me.”
“Well...” she said. “They might.”
“Why?”
She twisted her hands in front of her. “There is a small possibility that I might be a pregnant bride.”
“What?”
“I’m late. And... We have been doing something that sometimes means...”
“Are you sure?”
“No. I’m not sure. If devastated broken hearts cause missed periods then that could be the problem. It’s just that I think more likely it was pregnancy.”
“But Isabella is only...”
“I know,” she said.
“I’m going to be a father. Two children.”
She laughed. “I know,” she said. “Isn’t that amazing?”
“I...”
His life flashed before his eyes. As if he was dying. Except he wasn’t dying. He was living. And he saw himself, that boy in Rome with the shaking gun, angry and distrustful in private school, starting his first business endeavor, Minerva asking him to protect her. Him demanding she marry him.
All of it had brought him here. To this moment. There were no walls. And he was in no danger of going back. It was impossible. He had been afraid all this time that he might slip back into the slums by accident. But it had never been about the slums. They didn’t matter at all. What mattered was this. The people in his life. And he would not lose that. He wouldn’t lose them.
And he would never lose the love in his heart.
It had been said that Dante Fiori could condemn a man to any level of hell he chose with just the lift of his brow. That was a fabrication. But what was true was that Minerva King could send him to heaven with just the touch of her lips to his.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too,” she said.
And he knew that he would never be alone again.
He had a family.
Not tied together by blood, but by love.
And that was the most powerful force of all.
