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He chuckles, his breath hot over my pulsing and needy core. "They call themselves the East Coast Syndicate."

I know exactly who Massimo is talking about: Ajax Costas, Ignati Novikoff, Konstantin Ivanov, and Marek Sidorov. They aren't part of any established criminal syndicate; they've built their own and answer only to each other. My father despised their presence and the power they wielded in Boston.

But Boston isn't my concern. My focus is on the other side of the country. On California; Santoro territory, to be exact. "What about the Serpents' replacement on the Chamber?"

Massimo pauses his attention on my silk-covered pussy again and grins up at me. "I love you inserting yourself in what's happening in our territory."

A sudden flash of uncertainty bolts through me. "Is that okay?"

"Of course. However, there's a time and place for this sort of conversation. So I'll answer about the Chamber, then I'm eating this perfect cunt."

Said body part clenches at his filthy words.

His thumbs slip under the band of my panties, gently grazing over my wet flesh underneath. "Patrick Finley has already reached out to me," Massimo explains, and I fight to focus on his words rather than the effect his touch is having on me. "He's sending one of his sons to replace Sean as leader. With the Serpents destroyed, the Irish are the next in line as the strongest faction and will take the vacated Chamber seat. Now, let me eat."

He pulls my panties down my legs, then runs his nose back up to my core. "You're fucking soaked for me, princess."

He doesn't give me a chance to respond, as both his thumbs push into me, and he sucks my clit. My knees weaken, and with one hand, I grip the wall, searching for support, while my other hand buries into his hair, using it to steady myself.

I'm trying to remain quiet, not knowing how sound travels in this place or who is left here. But my efforts are futile.

It's like Massimo is trying to suck my clit right off my body, and I feel it swell. Then he starts thrusting his thumbs into me as he flicks my clit with his tongue. When he bites it, I'm released.

My sounds. My body. My soul. My heart.

Everything.

I let it all go, offering it to the man who is on his knees for me. Who has shown he has my back in absolutely everything, and who loves and cares for me in ways I never allowed myself to dream possible.

"That's it, Nova," he growls against me, working me through my orgasm that seems to go on forever as he continues to stroke and play with me.

As the intensity finally eases, he rests his head against my stomach, and I hold him to me. "I love you," I whisper.

He gazes up at me with a reverent smile. "And I love you. My enemy's daughter. My captive. My revenge."

He presses a gentle kiss to my stomach and our child nestled safely within. "My everything."

Epilogue

Nova

Theroomisquiet,and I take the chance to calm my nerves.

Sophie and Eden, my sisters-in-law just left, giving me a much-needed moment to catch my breath after the whirlwind of wedding preparations.

Massimo had insisted we renew our vows—even though we’ve been married for less than two months. And what my Don husband wants, he gets.

Not that I’m complaining. But the reality of standing before his family and closest allies—all in one place—suddenly feels overwhelming. I still have moments of doubt, of wondering if his family can ever truly accept me, after everything my father has done. But they’ve shown me nothing but love and acceptance. I've experienced what a true family is. And for the first time in my life, I havefriends—not just Gemma, but Eden and Sophie too.

A flutter low in my belly pulls me out of my whirling thoughts. The fluttering isn’t just nerves—I’ve started feeling the baby move. The doctor told me it was gas, saying it was too early for a first-time mother to feel movement. But Iknowit’s him. My little bloodthirsty future Don—strong and persistent already, just like his father.

I rest my hand on my stomach, smiling as peace settles over me. I can’t wait to meet our son. And I can’t wait to spend my life with Massimo, raising the children we’re blessed with.

A soft knock pulls my attention to the door. A head with dark brown hair, styled in an elegant twist, peeks in.

“Okay if I come in?” Gina asks.

I rise, smoothing the ivory silk of my dress. “Of course.”

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