Page 135 of The Merciless King

I smile.

“I’m not doing it here while you have a bandage on your head,” I say as her eyes start twinkling.

There it is.

Her happiness.

The Gianna Baldassare I love.

“But—"

“But I should get used to signing my name with Rossi at the end?” she asks coyly.

I cough.

Shit.

“Ah, that would be Ashford.” I give her an awkward smile and then kiss her nose. “We have a lot to talk about. But yes, I am going to make you my wife one day. The rest we will work out.”

“Wow, do I know anything about you?” she asks, rubbing her hand over my rough jawline.

“You know me, Gianna.” I lower my mouth to hers. “Now kiss me.”

“Not before I tell you that I love you Braxton... Ashford.”

I know.

I know she does.

And I can’t wait to spend forever with this woman.

EPILOGUE

BRAXTON

TWO WEEKS LATER

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