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He still has to go back to testify.
I try to push those thoughts away as I stare at the scenery once more. It’s breathtaking.
I glance over my shoulder to our bedroom, where Xavier was sleeping moments ago, and watch as he brings his sexy, naked body closer to mine.
“What are you doing out here? Come back to bed.” He wraps his arms tight around me, and I lean my head back along his chest.
Ok, there’s only one thing that’s more breathtaking than this view...him.
“I made you something,” I say, reaching on the table beside me to grab the card I made him early this morning. “Here.”
He takes the card with a prince in front of the castle we live in.
“You’re my knight in shining armor, and thank you for rescuing your princess,” he reads inside the card. And then he kisses me, and we both will live happily ever after…
Epilogue
Xavier
Sitting in the courtroom, staring into the black, vacant eyes of the man who killed my mother is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Harder than trying to pretend I didn’t have feelings for Rhiannon.
We wait for the jury to enter the room and I fist my hands together.
“Stay calm. This asshole is getting what he deserves,” Dean leans over to whisper in my ear.
I nod, straighten my tie, and say, “I just want this over with.”
When I left Ireland a few months ago, Rhiannon was worried about everything. My safety. The trial.
And when I kissed her before walking away, I reassured her no one would be stupid enough to fuck with me. And they won't.
I’m the nightmare DeLaurio dreams every night when he goes to sleep in his toilet-clogged four-walled cell.
This is why I didn’t kill him. I want him to live in his sins like sitting in a bath filled with dirty water soaking his body day in and day out. He needs to live in fear that I control his life, I control his outcome, and I control his reality. I’m his future. A bleak one filled with hatred, corruption, and always looking over his fucking shoulder. Don’t drop the soap motherfucker. Life in prison when I’ve paid the guards, and his cellblock mates. Yeah, you heard me, our eyes meet from across the courtroom, I own you. Welcome to rock bottom.
Don’t fuck with me.
The media has been a complete three-ring circus. Shoving their microphones in my face, asking how I was involved, how I was able to gain access to incriminating documents, and how I was able to bring down one of the biggest ‘mobs’ of all time.
I didn’t say a word, just smiled with the knowledge staying neatly tucked away until I testified.
DeLaurio’s eyes never leave mine, and I give him a chin nod.
“All rise,” the bailiff begins, and I crack a cocky smirk as I stand.
As everyone takes their seat, the judge clears his throat as he’s handed the verdict. He opens it, and no one breathes, not even me.
Guilty, no chance for parole. Death sentence.
Dean clasps a hand on my shoulder. “Got what he deserved.”
Al’s eyes meet mine one last time before he’s carted away. I glance away with a small laugh. I don’t even want to waste another second of my life on him.
I visit her grave before I leave town, bringing her flowers and a promise to remember that life is not paved out for us, and I’m going to make the most of my time here.
Then, one last stop before I make my way back to Ireland.
The sun blinds me as I pull into the Detroit prison on the East side of town. I sit, my car idling as I wait.
