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“Sloane and Vaughn are working together now,” Enzo says. “We’ll have an update soon enough.”
Taking a slow sip of his scotch, Angelo says, “Security will be doubled until we have what we need. For now, we go about our lives as if nothing has happened. The Colombians will understand when their men don’t return, or they will when Rocco sends back the car bomber's hands in a box.”
Fynn shudders. “Sucks for him.”
This is why Rocco is the enforcer; there is nothing he won’t do to seek justice.
Everyone is weary after the interrogation.
“He’ll keep until the morning,” Marco says, yawning. “We should all get some rest.”
Angelo gives us a nod. “We’ll debrief tomorrow, then make a plan.”
We all agree.
The thought of my head hitting the pillow beside Mia is a welcome one. As we all disperse, I waste no time in going to her.
She’s asleep when I creep into my room. Her soft, dark hair splayed out on the pillow, the moonlight casting a shadow over her that I could memorize forever.
My heart constricts.
No matter what, we have each other.
She’s the only woman in the world for me, and now that she’s here, I will never let her go.
I undress quickly and slide under the duvet. She stirs as soon as I settle behind her. Her back to me as she turns slightly.
“Dante?” she whispers.
“It’s me,little bird.Go back to sleep.”
“I had a dream,” she mutters dreamily. “It was delicious…we were at your property, our house overlooking the most magical garden.”
I kiss the back of her head. “That sounds perfect.”
“Our children,” she whispers with a yawn. “They were there too…”
I pull her closer, my hands itching to touch. “Of course they were. My compass will always point to you, Mia. You and our unborn children. Everything I do from here on in is for you. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
And those are the sweetest words I’ve ever heard.
* * *
MIA
AROUND 8 MONTHS LATER…
“Just one more push, you’re almost there, Mia,” Doctor Stevens, our obstetrician, tells me between my short, shallow breaths in the final leg of giving birth to our daughter.
I make a noise utterly unknown to myself, yet I don’t care anymore. I need to get this baby out.
It turned out my case of bad Chinese was a lot more than what we bargained for, and fate seemed to have other plans in store for us.
I should have known when I had that delicious dream about our life as a family.
We found out shortly after the night that Dante got shot. To say we were both wholly dumbfounded is not an exaggeration. When we got over the shock of it, especially the fact my birth control failed, we were both elated. And Dante admitted he had always known I would be the mother of his children.
