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"True," I agree, closing the car door. "Plus, I do not anticipate this trip going awry."

"No?" Kiara asks, tilting her head. "And why's that?"

"Because I will not let anyone destroy my legacy.”

"We don't control Germany yet," Kiara notes. "It's not really ours."

"That is not my legacy," I whisper, dragging my thumb along her cheek, her jawline, her lips. "You are my legacy, tesoro. Our children are my legacy."

I could rule the entire world but without my family, I would be the poorest man alive.

But I am rich. So fucking wealthy.

Because of her.

Because she is here.

With me.

Forever.

The end.

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