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I continue fucking her, making love to her until we are both at another breaking point.

This woman might have come into my life with all the wrong intentions, but that didn’t stop her from making me fall for her.

From making me mark her as mine, because she is mine.

Our relationship may have started with deception but from here on out it will be filled with love and honesty.

She loves me and my kids and we love her, and a year after tragedy struck it feels as if our lives are whole again.

It looks as if the devil of Chicago has a queen yet again, but she’s not a replacement for his first. She’s an addition.

And a powerful addition she is.

EPILOGUE

“Angel, baby, it will just for a little bit I promise. Just put on the pants and I promise as soon as we’re done, you can take them off.”

I’m currently crunched down on the floor in Angel’s room clutching a pair of black little kid slacks fighting with an almost three-year-old.

“No.” He yells out as he continues to run circles around his room pretending to be a tiger, or something.

I let my ass fall to the ground. “I liked you better when you couldn’t walk or run.” I grumble feeling defeated.

If you told me that at twenty six I would be fighting with a two-year-old to wear pants, I wouldn’t have believed you, but here I am.

Dante is hosting a dinner tonight, a fancy dinner at that, that he wants the kids to be a part of. I told him in not so many words that having the kids attend a fancy, adult only dinner is not a wise idea.

I think I used stupid but that was just my age showing.

He told me that it would be fine and here I am. Fighting to dress one of the said children.

At least Alessandra was easy.

“Angel, how about ice cream? Do you want ice cream? If you put on your pants, I promise to get you some.” I throughout at the child in the sweetest voice I can muster.

“No.” He yells out again and I swear I see a smirk on his face. Just like the one his father wears.

I think it might be time to pull out the big guns. Pulling out my phone and dial Dante’s number, thankfully he answers after the second ring.

“You okay?” he asks instead of a greeting. He’s used to these types of calls especially not that Angel is in his terrible twos phase.

God what awaits us when they’re teenagers. I may need routine vacations.

“Your son won’t put on his pants. Can you come up here please?”

“My son? If I remember correctly, you’re the one that told me when he started doing that to just let him be. He’s having fun, I think were your words.”

I let out a small growl which I know he hears because he lets out a laugh.

“Can you just come up here please? I’m on the floor, my dress is getting wrinkled and I’m hungry. And yes your son, he’s your spitting image.”

Dante just laughs at me. “I’ll be right there.”

I hang up the phone and continue to watch Angel run in circles.

I wonder if he’ll eventually burn a hole in the ground because this kid does not tire out.

Two minutes later, Dante appears in the door way, with a stupid smirk on his face.

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