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I’m not letting her go. Not fucking ever.

And she’s here, alive, with me, fucking me, and while she hasn’t said it, I know Mia is in love with me.

But my family is gone.

Nothing can change that. Nothing will bring them back.

If I let her go, what will that achieve?

That’s not to say I won’t destroy Joe Mancini if he’s the one, but for Mia, to have her and love her for the rest of my life...Perhaps I can spare her father’s life.

After all, I have taken the asshole’s daughter instead.

“Fuck my cock, Mia,” I growl, taking her hips. “That’s it.”

“Oh God, oh God,” she cries.

“Come for me again, like a good fucking girl,” I say, my own orgasm teasing.

Then I feel her rubbing her clit, and I’m gone.

“Yes, motherfucking, yes, fuck!” I cry.

Mia collapses, and when I catch my breath, I pull her off my cock, lift her into my arms, and climb out of the hot tub.

We shower, just staring at each other, kissing and saying nothing. Then I turn the water off and wrap a towel around her.

She pads out of the bathroom, and I lean my hands on the bench, looking at myself in the mirror.

I was nine when I saw my family slaughtered. Now, at thirty-three years of age, after all this time seeking revenge, can I really promise Mia I won’t kill her father?

If I prove his guilt?

Will the Dark Kings respect my decision after committing six years of their lives, despite their own motivations, to this cause?

I brush my teeth, shave, then slap some moisturizer on my face before walking out into the bedroom.

“Mia?”

My heart tightens in my chest.

Fuck.