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Each thrust is a thread.
Winding me back to her.
To this bed.
To a future I didn’t dare let myself want.
She’s the tether.
The only real thing I have left in a world full of ghosts and blood and obligation.
She moans beneath me, not loud, just honest. Her fingers grip my back like she’s holding me here, in this body, in this breath.
And maybe she is.
Maybe that’s the point.
Because I am not a man anymore. Not a Don. Not a brother. Not a son.
I am just hers.
And as I come, buried in her, held by her, all I can think is—
She’s the peace in the chaos.
The sanctuary in the ruins.
The redemption to every sin my name was built on.
When my breath slows and the storm inside me settles, I stay exactly where I am.
Inside her.
Wrapped in her warmth.
Alive.
And for the first time in a long time, I think—maybe I can keep breathing.
As long as she’s here to remind me how.
Chapter 48
Angelo
The hum of engines fades as Elena descends the stairs of our family plane, her steps quick, purposeful. Riot shadows behind her, silent and watchful as always.
She doesn’t hesitate. Her arms wrap around Vasilisa before she even says hello, clinging like the ache is too loud to contain.
Then she turns, her smile breaking through the grief just enough to beam at my wife.
“You’re gorgeous,” she says, voice soft but sincere, and pulls Adriana into a hug.
Pride swells in my chest, sharp and sudden.
Of course she is.
My wife smiles politely, her hand brushing my arm in that subtle way she does when she’s grounding me without making a show of it.
