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“Now, Leo. Right now.” Just imagining him coming with me breaks the rest of my control. My orgasm crashes over me in waves, deeper and more intense than before. His cock pulsesinside me as his own climax crests, and he tightens his arms around my waist as he comes inside me.
We stay connected afterward, both breathing hard and slightly stunned by the intensity of what just passed between us. He presses soft kisses to my shoulder while his heartbeat gradually slows against my back. “Are you all right?” he asks eventually. “The babies?—”
“We’re fine.” I cover his hand with mine, where it still rests on my belly. “All of us.”
He shifts slightly, settling us more comfortably without separating. “Sleep now. You need rest after everything you’ve been through.”
“Don’t leave.” The words come out softly, revealing the depths of my vulnerability, but that feels safe with him. “Stay with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” He tightens his arms around me protectively. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
Exhaustion pulls at me like an undertow, with the combined effects of trauma, an adrenaline crash, and physical satisfaction making my eyelids heavy. I feel completely safe and don’t try to fight it. “Leo?” I whisper as sleep begins to claim me.
“Hmm?”
“When this is over, and it’s safe to leave here?—”
“We’ll go home to the life we’re going to build together.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” His voice is solid and certain in the darkness. “Nothing will ever separate us again.”
I drift off with his words echoing in my mind and his body warm and protective around mine. I’m lucky enough not to dream.
28
Leo
Three weeks after Adrian’s death, I stand in my study at the estate watching Sienna explore the gardens through the tall windows. She’s finally settled in completely, claiming the space as her own in ways I never expected. Yesterday, she rearranged the nursery furniture and hung artwork she selected from my collection. The day before that, she convinced the kitchen staff to teach her how to make my grandmother’s bread recipe.
She’s making this house into a home, and the transformation astounds me.
“The transition is going smoother than expected.” Ilya settles into the chair across from my desk, spreading financial reports between us. “Dmitri has taken over the shipping operations, Viktor handles security contracts, and Alexei manages the legitimate investments.”
I review the organizational charts he’s prepared. Each trusted lieutenant now controls a piece of what I’ve built over thepast fifteen years. These are men I’ve trained, who understand both the business and the principles that guide it. “Revenue projections?”
“Down twelve percent initially, but that’s expected during leadership transitions.” He points to the relevant columns. “Within six months, they should exceed current numbers. These men are hungry to prove themselves.”
“Good.” I sign the documents that formalize my reduced role. From tomorrow forward, I’ll be a silent partner rather than an active leader. “What about our less conventional enterprises?”
“They’re being phased out entirely.” Ilya’s tone carries approval. “The weapons smuggling, money laundering, and protection rackets are all being transferred to other families, who can handle the heat if law enforcement investigates.”
“The men won’t lose their incomes?”
“If they don’t want to transfer to other families, they’re being absorbed into legitimate operations or given generous severance packages.” He closes the folder containing personnel files. “No one gets abandoned, as you requested.”
The transformation represents everything I’ve wanted since Sienna came into my life—the freedom to choose family over empire and love over power. For the first time in years, I’m building something instead of just maintaining it.
“There’s one more thing.” I pull out the deed to a property I acquired last week. “I’m giving you the house in Queens, the one overlooking the water.”
Ilya’s expression shifts to surprise. “Leo, I can’t accept?—”
“You’ve been loyal for fifteen years. You’ve earned it.” I slide the papers across the desk. “Besides, I’ll need someone I trust managing the financial side of my investments. Consider it a signing bonus.”
He studies the deed, clearly moved though he tries to hide it. “Thank you.”
“Thank you for making this transition possible.” I stand and move to the window where Sienna is now reading on a bench under the oak trees. “I couldn’t have stepped back without knowing the business was in capable hands.”
