“But just so we’re clear, Quinn, whatever happens next, I want you by my side. Marriage license or not, contract or not, head of the Cosa Nostra or not, I want you.” I laugh softly. “You and your superior gladiator seed with which I’d like to make babies.” He groans. He hugs me harder. Then he whispers into my ear, “Five of them.” “You ready for that?” “I’ve been ready since the first second I laid eyes on you.” “Good answer. Time to kiss me now, Quinn.”
