Page 69 of My Irish Mafia King

He sets his flashlight down, taking my hands, looking down at me with eyes brimming with emotion. “Do you like it,a stór?”

“I love it,” I tell him. “It’s beautiful.”

“I wanted it to happen here.”

“What to happen?”

“For our lives to really begin… Lucy, I love you more than anything. I saved you once a long time ago, rescued you from the storm, but that’s nothing compared to what you did for me. You saved me from the life I was going to live without you, from a life of coldness, a life of loneliness. I couldn’t have found this with anybody else. Just with you. Only with you.”

He slowly lowers himself to one knee. That’s when the full magnitude finally hits me. Tears stream down my cheeks as he reaches into his jacket pocket and takes out a ring box.

“Lucy Cassidy,” he says, kissing my hand. “Will you marry me?”

He opens the ring box to show the gorgeous diamond in a silver band. The diamond has a subtle green tint to it, making it freaking perfect.

Instead of answering with words, I take my Claddagh ring off my right hand and put it on my left hand, the heart facing outward, a sign that I’m engaged. He watches me with a wide smile on his handsome face, then slips the engagement ring onto my finger where it joins the Claddagh.

“I assume I can take that as a yes?”

“You can take that as ahellyes,” I exclaim.

He leaps to his feet, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close for a passion-filled kiss. He lifts me up, spinning me around, and then carries me to the table with the champagne. When he pops the cork, a laugh of pure joy escapes me.

I was lost, but he found me. He was lost… and I found him.

And love found us both.

“I love you,” he says, pouring me a glass.

I touch his hand, moving in for another kiss. “I love you too.”

Epilogue

KILLIAN

Six Weeks Later

“It’s coming along nicely,” I say, shaking the building manager’s hand when I arrive at the bakery. “I’m going to take some photos for my fiancé, but so far, everything looks great.”

I walk around the bakery, taking photos of the walls, the wiring, and the Celtic-themed wallpaper which has gone up in certain sections so my woman can give her opinion, then moving onto the kitchen, which is still in the early stages. Still, it’s better than it was before.

Life is far better than I ever could’ve imagined before my lucky charm stole my heart. I’ve cleaned up the Family, sticking to cut-price electronics, financial crime, political blackmail, and legitimate businesses. Maybe one day, we’ll turn completely legitimate, but this, at least, is a step in the right direction.

Lucy is taking culinary courses and working as a dessert specialist in several of my restaurants while she waits for the bakery to be rebuilt. She’s the best mafia queen a king could ever hope for, handling herself with poise any time we go to an official event together.

Life gets better when we’re alone, those beautiful moments when it’s just me and her and our lust and love. My body stirs when I think about last night. When she insisted she went on top and rode me with heated passion, her body swaying as she pulsed around me, so much confidence imbuing her, I became even more addicted than I already am.

Normally, she visits the bakery with me, but this afternoon, she said she wanted to stay at home to work on a special project.

After taking the photos, I get into my car and tell my driver to take me to the apartment. I’m keen to see what my treasure is working on that’s so important.

I love watching her bake, the passion she brings to even the most basic tasks… or the concentration on her face when she’s icing something with the skill of an artist.

When I enter the apartment, she meets me at the end of the hallway, wearing an apron with adorable dots of flour on her face. I sink my hands greedily into her hips, pulling her in for a kiss.

“It’s not ready yet,” she says breathlessly. “Avoid the kitchen until I say it’s time, okay?”

“Are you all right, angel?”

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