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It meant relocating my key staff, but I’d made them aware of the possibility of a re-establishment for almost a year.

I’d already prepped provisions for those who had agreed to a transfer. A few chose to stay behind because of family obligations, and I found comparable jobs in partner organizations.

Everything was coming together, tied tidily in a bow, as I liked.

‘Leone, eat.’

The gentle urging from my woman pulled me back to the present.

I leaned in close and gave her a sweet kiss, with the promise of more later that night, before turning to my plate.

The pasta, rich and perfectlyal dente, coated my tongue with the sharp heat of chili and garlic while the sweetness of the seafood balanced it out.

The steak was tender, each bite melting in my mouth. It was a meal fit for victory, for the closing of one chapter and the beginning of another.

As the sun set and the stars began to appear above, I gazed at the people around me: my brothers and my woman.

We were all still here, still standing. For the first time, I and Chiara were moving toward a better life in more ways than one.

‘Tofamiglia,’ I said, lifting my glass one last time. ‘To the future.’

We clinked our glasses again, and I took a deep drink.

Hell fucking yeah.

Chapter 34

CHIARA

‘Dio,’ I gasped as my entire body convulsed under him, mind blown, heart racing, shards of ecstasy cutting through me.

My hips worked, trying to hold onto the bliss, heel hard in his spine as he, too, came with a guttural groan.

Our lips met, mouths grinding as we rode out the delicious sensation for as long as possible.

He tore from me, gazing down at me with those stunning pale aqua eyes, adoration spilling from them.

‘Leonessa, ti amo,’ he rasped. ‘I love you so much.’

This man.

I gave him soft—eyes, smile and soul, because he deserved it, and more.

My man, my warrior.

Gripping his hips with my thighs, I kept the slide in and out.

His shaft was still hard, and with a cry, my eyes widened as another shudder of pleasure went through me.

‘She never gets enough of me,’ he growled, dropping his head into my neck as I came, legs shaking.

‘It’s the truth,’ I snarled back at him. ‘You’ve got me sex drunk, cock happy, Calibrese.’

I was insatiable for him.

After a lifetime of loneliness and angst, to have him in my world, on me, in me, was more than my soul could handle.

My grip on his butt eased. I glided hands to the small of his back, tracing circles on his skin as our lips met once more for a lazy, long embrace.

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