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“After what?”

“After I fuck you like I don’t love you.” He then throws me over his shoulder, making me screech in surprise. “Forgive me, baby.”

And I laugh all the way inside the bakery of my dreams in the arms of my dream man.

One more wish and dream crossed on my bucket list because of my sweet, sweet gangster.

My life changed before I even had him in my life, and I didn’t even know it. He was there protecting me and being my hero when I was clueless about it.

I don’t fear the future anymore or the changes that might come my way because I have him in my corner. And I know I can always be myself with Riagan, and he’ll always love me for it.

I’m not lost anymore. I’m finally home, where I’ll be safe, warm, and loved by this beautiful man fate handed me…and I’m going to make him smile every day for the rest of our lives.

Fairytales do come true.

You just have to believe it.

I did.

I dreamed and hoped for a better day.

For one day.

My ’one day’ in the sun had a name.

Riagan.

Epilogue II

RIAGAN

“I walked through fire so you could both have your one day.” — K

“Why are you nervous, mo chuisle?” I hold tightly onto Mila’s hand while we walk toward a small cafe with a European theme that looks like a place that should be in France, not on a crowded street in Washington.

It only took a call to arrange this meet-up.

It did take me a while to make sure everyone involved was safe while meeting somewhere so public, but I knew it was something that needed to happen.

Both Mila and I have been through some shit.

From betrayals I never expected and a threat that still looms in every corner of my city.

Conor was both the betrayer and the threat.

I let him leave the mansion that night with his life only because he put himself in between the bullet that could have taken my wife from me, and for that reason only. Not even my gratitude for his twin sister could’ve saved him. I did offer him mercy, but on the condition that he stay gone and out of sight.

I don’t want him in my city. I don’t trust him to be near us.

If he knows what’s good for him, he better stay far away because I won’t offer him mercy a second time.

He was going to hand over my wife for his selfish greed.

For money.

The two-faced asshole had more than what he could’ve imagined with me, and yet it wasn’t enough for him. Not only did he lose my trust and respect but he lost his brothers in arms and broke his twin sister’s heart.

A twin sister who’s not the same person she used to be because of him.

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