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EPILOGUE
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CONNOR
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The helicopter beginsits descent onto the front lawn of the Long Island Mancini Mansion, and I squeeze Mia’s hand.
We’ll be here for the next five days.
I’m still grappling with the fact I’m marrying into a fucking mafia family—for real—but then those crystal blue eyes meet mine, and I don’t give a shit.
I have the woman I love.
The rest, I will deal with.
The Dark Kings were unsurprised and said we’d deal with it. God, I love those assholes. Mack has a new respect for Mia, and now there are no secrets. They get along like a house on fire.
In fact, he’s very protective of her.
George kicked her ass, and she apologized, then said she wanted to keep him as her security detail. He was trying to hide his pleasure, but it was written all over his face.
Protecting a mafia princess isn’t easy. She’s not as innocent as she makes out. Every day is an adventure with her, and I’m totally up for the challenge.
“Jesus, Mia.” Sienna is staring at the vast estate with her mouth open. “This place is enormous.”
Mia grins and then smiles up at me.
I can’t wait to show her some of the homes I have around the U.S. and the world. Mia has much to learn about my life, and I’ve already begun preparing what we need for her if we ever have to activate Plan B. As my wife, she will always be protected and by my side.
“It’s just a house, babe,” Mia says as the chopper hits the grass. “I can’t wait to show you around. Your room is right next to mine. Ours.”
Her hand lands on my leg affectionately.
“Now I can show you my dress!” She wiggles, then glances at me. “Not you. We’re doing things properly now.”
“Now?” Sienna asks, and Mia waves her comment away.
I smirk.
Things changed fast once I proposed for real. Mia said she wanted to keep her ring when I offered to buy her a new one.
“The Rock of Gibraltar is part of our journey to falling in love with each other,” she had said.
“The Rock of what?” I’d asked but got waved off.
Ignoring whatever that meant, when I reflected back to the moment I chose her engagement ring, I realized there was a part of me thatwasselecting it for her, not the agreement, and perhaps even then, I knew it was forever.
And it is.
Mia Mancini, soon-to-be Barrett, is mine.
For fucking ever.
Her happiness and safety are my priority. Everything else comes second. Joe can ask us again about babies, if he wants. We’ve agreed we want three. Or four. A big family.
