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“Yeah?”

“Behave.”

“No promises.” I press my lips to his ear, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Feeling cute, so I want to turn that reward into a punishment, baby.”

He’s kissing me then, groaning in my mouth because he loves how I call him baby.

And I love that I’m his baby.

Now.

Forever.

And beyond.

EPILOGUE 2—KAYDEN

SIX MONTHS LATER

“That was fucking sick!”

Gareth punches the air as we sit in a bougie restaurant in Manhattan.

His treat.

And it’s not for me.

That statement that’s bursting with excitement is alsonotfor me.

It’s for the third party that’s joining us for the dinner—upon Gareth’s invitation. As I said,his treat.

And he’s standing out like a sore thumb in the midst of all the smartly dressed people because he’s still wearing the hockey jersey he bought at the game earlier in the evening.

No one would refuse to let him in, though, because one of his mafia friends owns this place, and he just walked in like it’s his house.

I know I was the one who introduced him to hockey and promised to take him to his first game, but I’m starting to have regrets.

Maybe dragging him to my nephew’s college away game in New York wasn’t the best idea, because he’s been annoyingly cheerful all evening.

And it’s not because ofme.

Okay, so he said he loves me and thanked me for bringing him while kissing me in the stands, but still.

And no, I don’treallyhold a grudge against my nephew.

Or maybe I do, because now, he’s smiling at Gareth as he eats a bite of his food.

Kane is tall, almost as tall as me—little fucker wouldn’t stop growing up—and he has a lethal broad and muscular body, which is a product of a decade and a half of rigid hockey—and Vencor—training.

I made the decision to leave that shitshow, even if I don’t get to step a foot in my hometown and the state ever again. Aside from the mafia protection Gareth managed to summon, I made a deal with Grant. I willingly banish myself from town, and I keep his profits going. He doesn’t want to kill me anyway, not when I’m better at business than he’ll ever be.

As for Vencor, they can try. It’s impossible with the amount of security we have. Besides, New York is the Russian mafia’s turf, and they wouldn’t dare come here.

Grant also made the other families promise to stay away from me. At least, for now.

Unlike me, however, Kane wants to own that style of life. Breathe it. Drown in it, even.

You wouldn’t think he could be so cunning and intense looking at him.

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