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EPILOGUE
Mila
In the weeks since the incident at the warehouse, things had settled within the Montagna family. Jon had moved me into his place permanently and bought me a whole new wardrobe worthy of my station at his side.
He’d promoted Ronaldo back to his former role as underboss. It seemed that the two of them had come to a mutual understanding and had learned to work with each other.
He’d announced the return of the diamonds to the family at an official dinner with his officers, taking the time to make sure that they acknowledged that I was the one who’d stolen them back in the first place.
Several of his men had looked pretty impressed and that gave me a burst of pride that filled me with joy. Later that night, Jon had taken me to bed and rewarded me with his tongue between my thighs until I begged him to take me with his cock.
Honestly, it had been a really good night. I took a deep breath, losing myself in the memory for the umpteenth time since then.
I had just finished getting dressed and had taken a moment to enjoy the quiet on the balcony. The wind whipped through my hair, ruffling the curls at the side of my face and the fabric of the satin dress Jon had picked out for me.
The two of us were meeting Cyrus and Ava for dinner. I was really looking forward to it because I had very much enjoyed her company several weeks ago at the brawl. She’d picked out her favorite restaurant, telling me all about the crème brûlée she loved because they made it with Grand Marnier and topped it with fresh berries from local farms.
My mouth watered as I imagined it.
The door opened behind me, and I smiled, looking back over my shoulder as Jon walked out in a freshly pressed suit. I reached for his tie even though it was perfectly knotted, adjusting it simply because I wanted to touch him.
“You look beautiful, my love,” Jon murmured. His eyes feasted on the sight of the red dress he’d chosen. “Utterly ravishing,” he added with a growl that said that he was thinking about tearing it off me, bending me over the railing, and fucking me right there and then.
“Jon,” I blushed, and his eyes sparked with meaning.
“There’s something missing though,” he added, cocking his head suggestively. I blushed even more at his insinuation. I’d been feeling feisty at breakfast and hadn’t exactly been the most accommodating when he’d asked me to fix a cup of coffee for him while he worked on his laptop at the table. He’d pinned me over the couch, ripped off my panties, and forbade me from wearing them until the next morning.
“I’m not wearing any panties, sir. I promise,” I replied in a hushed whisper, nervous that someone might hear my admission even though we were fifteen stories above the ground.
His fingers grazed the side of my hip. “I know that, my baby girl, but that’s not what I meant.”
My clit pulsed. I still really liked it when he called me that. I looked at him quizzically, raising a brow. He moved closer to me and took my left hand in his. I searched his expression, but it was unreadable.
I didn’t know what was happening until he dropped to one knee.
“Mila Everson,” he began, and my heart dropped straight down to my toes.
“Jon, you can’t…” I interrupted but he cleared his throat, making it very clear without saying a word that if I interjected again, I would end up over his knee with my bottom bare and sore on this very balcony.
Speechless, I waited.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar blue velvet bag. He placed it beside us on the small glass table that we sometimes ate breakfast on in the mornings.
“I searched through every one of these diamonds. Many of them are expensive, but only one of them was absolutely flawless and a high enough grade for what I wanted it for.”
I stepped from foot to foot, my heart swelling so big that it felt like it was in my throat.
He reached into his pocket again and pulled out a velvet box next. It was the exact same color as the bag of diamonds, a small detail that was special to me and I knew that he had planned that too.
“I had that diamond made into a ring.”
He flipped open the box, revealing a massive diamond solitaire in a simple platinum setting. It was princess cut and it caught the light in such a way that it stole my breath away. It sparkled endlessly, refracting the light and glimmering with a bottomless barrage of every color imaginable.
It was the kind of diamond that belonged in a museum.
His grasp on my hand was gentle enough, but there was a slight pressure that left no question in my mind that he expected obedience.
He slid the ring on my finger.
