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I nodded, my jaw clenching with determination. “I need to see them, Val. I need to make sure they’re alright.”

“Of course,” she said with understanding. “I’ll arrange for them to be brought to the DEA offices. You and Natalia can meet them there.”

We ended the call, a silence settling over us as we absorbed the news. Ricardo was still out there, a threat that loomed over everything we had fought so hard to build.

But as I looked at Natalia, her hand clasped tightly in my own, I knew that we would face this challenge together, just as we had faced every other obstacle that had been thrown our way.

“We’ll find him, Dante,” she said, her voice fierce with determination. “We’ll bring your father to justice, no matter what it takes.”

I nodded, drawing strength from her unwavering conviction. “I know we will, mi reina. But first, let’s get to Sofia and my mother. Make sure they are safe.”

We made our way to the DEA offices and found Sofia and my mother in a small room huddled together on a worn couch. They looked up as we entered, their eyes wide with fear and uncertainty.

“Dante,” Sofia breathed, rushing forward to embrace me. “Thank God you’re alright. We were so worried.”

I held her close. “I’m okay, hermana,” I said. “I’m just glad you and Mama are safe.”

My mother stood, her face drawn and tired, but her eyes were filled with a fierce love that took my breath away. “Mijo,” she whispered, pulling me into her arms. “What have you done? What have you gotten yourself into?”

“I had to do it, Mama,” I said. “I couldn’t let Father destroy everything. You and Sofia.”

She nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I know, mijo. I know. But now, we must be strong. We must face whatever comes next together, as a family.”

I looked at Natalia, her hand still clasped tightly in my own, and I knew that she was a part of that family now, too. She had stood by my side through everything, had risked her life and her career to help me bring down my father.

And now, as we faced the future, I knew that she would be there with me every step of the way, a constant reminder of the love and the hope that had brought us this far.

“We’ll get through this,” I said, my voice ringing with conviction. “Together, we’ll find a way to make things right, to build a new life free from the violence and the corruption that has haunted us for so long.”

As I looked around at the faces of the people I loved most in this world—my sister, my mother, and the woman who had captured my heart—I knew that no matter what the future held, we would face it together.

EPILOGUE

NATALIA

It had been two months since Dante and I brought down his father’s cartel, and I couldn’t believe how much our lives had changed. Ricardo Reyes was not in charge of the cartel, and Dante was a changed man, hell-bent on creating a legitimate empire that had nothing to do with his father’s criminal past.

And tonight, standing in the heart of his newest venture—a soon-to-open nightclub in South Beach—I could see the fire in his eyes. It wasn’t the dangerous, volatile flame that used to burn so fiercely within him, but a steady, unwavering passion that fueled his ambition.

“This place is going to be incredible, mi reina.” His voice was filled with excitement as he gave me a tour of the massive space that would soon become Miami’s hottest new nightclub.

I looked around, taking in the sleek, modern design, the state-of-the-art sound system, and the multiple dance floors that would soon be packed with guests. “I can’t wait to see it all come together,” I said. “Especially this dance floor.” I nudged him towards the center of the room, where a gleaming hardwood floor awaited the rhythmic stomps of salsa dancers.

Dante smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, we can’t have a brand new club without breaking it in properly.” Before I could ask what he meant, he pulled out his phone and I watched as he opened an app. With a few taps on the screen, salsa music sprang to life and he took my hand in his, his fingers entwining with mine as he pulled me closer. “Dance with me?”

My pulse quickened, and a smile spread across my face as I stepped into his embrace. Our bodies moved in sync, our footsteps echoing across the empty club as we lost ourselves in the music. Dante’s lips brushed my ear, his breath hot against my skin as he whispered, “You’re breathtaking, mi amor.”

I leaned into him, my body fitting perfectly against his as we moved in perfect unison. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Club Owner.” I flashed him a flirtatious smile, our eyes locking for a heated moment before we continued our dance.

As the final notes of the song echoed through the empty nightclub, Dante twirled me one last time, the movement sending a thrill racing through me. He pulled me into his grasp, his arms tightening around me in a possessive embrace. “Now, what did you have in mind for this dance floor, mi reina?” His voice was low and playful, his eyes glittering with desire.

I bit my lip, feeling a familiar warmth pool between my legs. “Well, I was thinking...” I paused, trailing my fingers up his chest, savoring the feeling of his heart thundering beneath my touch. “We could christen it properly.”

His eyes darkened. “Oh, really?”

I nodded, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. “Absolutely.”

Before he could respond, I felt the vibration of his phone buzzing in his pocket. He let out a soft curse, his hands lingering on my waist as he reluctantly reached for his phone. “Hold that thought, mi amor. It’s Marco. I’ll be right back.”

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