Epilogue

                                    

                                          



Epilogue |
"This is bullshit," Dante snarled.  
I rolled my suitcase to the door before facing him, "So complain to Gabriele." 
"No because I know this shit is your doing," he hissed, slamming his hand down onto the piano hood, "Sei una stronza serpeggiante. I did not dedicate my life to babysitting a Russian cunt! You may think you're in charge now but just wait."  
My eyes narrowed, "And what am I waiting for?" 
I was dressed in an extremely hot red dress that meant I was one hundred percent getting fucked in Gabriele's private jet while flying to Italy—there was nothing in this world that could hurt me. I was absolutely untouchable, and Dante could go get fucked.  
"You are not our leader," he warned.  
I stepped towards him, keeping my chin high, "That's where you're wrong. I'm Gabriele's equal which means you're just a dog under my foot." 
He opened his mouth before closing it and looking over my shoulder. I smiled—there was no need to turn around. I knew exactly who had entered the room and placed his hand on the curve of my ass.  
"Gabriele," I breathed his name like my lifeline, "Dante has expressed that he wishes Eva to be relocated to his room. Who knows when Markov will retrieve her. She can't stay in the basement."  
Dante's eyes narrowed.  
"This is true," Gabriele mused, "Lorenzo will be in charge while I'm away. However, the Russian will stay in this house and in your room until I return. She is a guest not a prisoner moving forward."  
"You can't be serious," Dante snarled.  
Gabriele shrugged his shoulders, "I've said my piece." 
With that Dante stormed away and I turned to Gabriele. He pressed his lips to my forehead before picking up the handle of my suitcase. As he did, I admired the flex of his muscles. He'd traded in the suits for a white button up (with sleeves that had been rolled up) and a pair of jeans and holy fuck he looked amazing.  
"What did he do now?" he mused.  
I shrugged my shoulders, "He annoyed me." 
A chuckle bubbled from his lips and I looked out the glass doors and towards the sky. It was beautiful out today, and as the sun rose, it filled the sky with the prettiest shades of pastels. Such a sight made life ever more beautiful, and every day ever more special.  
"Is Tooth and Stronzo in here?" he asked.  
I nodded, "Of course, I'd never forget them."  
Although his family was dead, he wanted me to still meet them before the wedding and I agreed. So, we were off to Italy to visit his family's grave and so Gabriele could tie up a few loose ends before Markov arrived. Apparently, Markov agreed to the alliance but he had some conditions. When I asked what they were, Gabriele refused to say.  
It didn't matter to me, he'd tell me when he was ready.   
He glanced at me and smiled, his hand stretched towards mine, "Ready?" 
I smiled, taking his hand, my ring sparkling in the sun, "Yes." 
He was mine and I was his. 
Who could have imagined that I'd be claimed by the mafia don? 
End.

BOOK TWO: 
HIJACKED BY THE HITMAN | UPDATES START FEB. 14TH 2024
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