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As my inner muscles squeezed tightly around his length, he shouted my name, shooting his own release deep inside of me.

He fell heavily to the side, leaving me empty, but he almost immediately pulled me into the warmth of his arms.

I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heavy breathing and heartbeat.

“I love you, Luca,” I whispered, wrapping my arm around his torso.

His arms tightened around me. “You are my everything,” he replied wistfully before kissing the top of my head.

I fell asleep, satiated, happy, and feeling safe in the arms of the man I loved, lulled by the rhythm of his strong heartbeat.

And I knew without a shadow of a doubt that despite everything that life would throw our way—Luca Montanari and I were forever.

Chapter Twenty-Five

LUCA

I woke up at dawn and looked at my fiancée asleep on the bed beside me.

“Fiancée,” I whispered, letting my eyes trail down her slender neck and beautiful hair in the little light of the rising sun seeping through the gap in the heavy curtain.

I hardly believed that after everything I’d done, everything she’d been through with me, or because of me, she was ready to officially be mine.

I crawled out of bed as carefully as I could, made sure the curtains were perfectly closed, and walked out of the room, ready to start down the warpath to get as much as possible done before she woke up and could rethink anything.

She won’t, she loves you, I repeated to myself.

I called Dom.

“Who died?” he mumbled sleepily on the phone.

“You, if you’re not in my room in the next five minutes.”

Dom walked in wearing sweats and T-shirt, a dark look on his face. “What the fuck,” he grumbled. “You know with all the shit I helped Genovese to deal with, I barely slept. But you know as your consigliere…” He sighed.

“You are my consigliere. Did you ever think I would pick anyone else?”

Dom looked at me with incredulity. “I can’t be. I’m the son of a simple made man; it’s not like it’s done.”

I shook my head. “And yet you are. I told Matteo, it was validated. There is no man I trust more than you, Domenico. I trust you with my life and most of all I trust you with hers. You are not only my security, you are my best friend.”

Dom cleared his throat and looked away. “What do you need?”

“I’m getting married today.”

“Are you?” Dom turned toward me. “Does she know? Are you asking me for her hand in marriage?”

I gave him my middle finger. “I need you to help me.”

He chuckled. “Of course. What do you need?”

“Go to our usual jeweler and pick up the engagement ring I ordered. Ask her to give you the matching wedding ring and a platinum band for me.”

“You had an engagement ring made?”

I nodded. “A few weeks ago, when I went to New York. I’ve known she was the one from the moment I saw her appear on my screen.”

“I’ve known for a while too.” He rubbed his face. “What else do you need?”

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