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Perfect. My plan was already rolling out without a hitch. I huffed out a breath. In a few short hours, I’d be a married man. Bianca D’Angelou would be my wife. And then, I’d put my baby inside her, an heir to the De Santis throne. We’d rule it our way. Together. As a family. A real one, none of the shit I grew up with. Sometimes saving a life required making a new one. I was willing to do whatever it took to keep her alive, even make her hate me. Maybe I was getting a hang of this love shit.
“I don’t know what to do,” Vincent whispered. “What can I do to make everything better?” “Finish your job,” I managed to choke out. “Kill me so I'll stop hurting. So I'll stop thinking.”
“You’re alive,” Fallon choked out. “Princess. Oh God. Baby, I thought you were dead. I thought you were gone.”
“I’d risk my life for her and anyone she loved,” he said, offering his hand to me to help me up.
“He is not the one for you. Dominic De Santis is mine. Vincent Valentino is mine. Fucking Levin Seeley is mine. And you’re fucking dead for touching what’s mine.” I released her hair.
“Cazzi del cazzo. Ti maledico in questa vita e nella prossima. Lo giuro.”

