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I step forward one last time. Slow. Careful. My voice quiet.

“So I can kill for you, but I can’t accuse you… can I let out all my possessive jealousy on any man I eventhinkcatches your eye?”

She doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just stares at me with eyes that flash with excitement.

I lean down, my breath hot on the shell of her ear.

“Tie them up in this basement, make them watch as I make you come before I put a bullet between their eyes” I whisper.

She swallows hard, her breath hitching.

“Angelo—”

“Choosing me means exactly that, Tesoro. You get all of me, every twisted part. The Don and his queen.”

My gaze holds hers. “Are youmia regina?”

Her eyes lock on mine.

She exhales, heavy, bone-deep—and her shoulders straighten like she’s adjusting her crown.

Then she steps forward.

Those hands, soft, sure,hers—slide up my chest. Redemption, offered in the middle of this ruin. In a basement that reeks of sin and blood and every awful thing I’ve ever done, she leans in and kisses me.

And fuck, it’s not just a kiss.

It’s breath.

It’s mercy.

It’s life poured into the cracks I forgot were even there.

I pull her in hard, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other at the back of her neck. My mouth claims hers deeper—hungrier. The kind of kiss that’s too raw to be performative. The kind that doesn’t belong in a place like this.

Because this basement is where things end.

And she feels like a beginning.

We break apart slowly, foreheads pressed together. Breathing the same air, tasting the same ache.

“Yes,” she whispers.

And I’m undone.

My hands cup her face, fingers splaying across her jaw, her cheek, like I’m trying to memorize her expression.

“Tesoro,” I murmur. “You are a gift.”

I brush my thumbs along her cheekbones, her skin warm, flushed, perfect.

“I have to tell you everything. All of it.”

She takes a deep breath.

“You already explained the past,” she says. “And yeah, it hurt. But I understand it—what happened. Why you didn’t come for me sooner.”

I shake my head, gaze locked on hers; those deep, soulful brown eyes that see too much.