LOGINI watched my family scrape and starve so I could save enough to come to Sicily for a tan, a fling, maybe my first proper kiss— maybe even lose my virginity to a hot stranger I’d never see again. I did not come to wrestle a kidnapped toddler out of a speedboat at gunpoint. One minute I was hiding from a flirty Italian on the beach. The next, I was running barefoot across the sand in a bikini with a terrified little boy in my arms… while men in black suits shot at me. Now the whole island thinks I’m the kidnapper. Especially the grey-eyed man with the gun who looks at me like I’m his next target. I don’t know his name. I don’t know who the boy really belongs to. I just know the man hunting me isn’t a hero and he’s not going to let me walk away. If I survive this holiday, I’m never leaving England again. If he stops looking at me like that… I might even miss the danger. Holy hell. I didn’t just grab any child. I snatched the heir to the Don of the most ruthless mafia outfit in Europe. And his best friend—the grey-eyed man with the gun—wants my head on a spike. I never imagined I’d die a virgin. But here I am.
View MoreHey guys, We’ve officially come to the end of Kegan & Estelle’s journey and I just want to say thank you. Thank you for sticking with these characters. Thank you for giving this story your time. If you’ve made it this far, I appreciate you more than you know. If you’ve commented before—whether on the main page or on previous chapters—I’d still really love for you to drop a comment here at the end. Final comments go a long way. And please, leave your reviews on the main page as they help new readers decide whether to start the book, and they genuinely encourage me more than you might think. Even one sentence makes a difference. Also, make sure you’re following me on I.G. @authorcommy. I post edits there, and I’ll be dropping a new one very soon. That’s usually where I share updates, snippets, and hints about what’s coming next. Now, I do want to say something briefly. It’s completely okay if a story isn’t for you. Not every book will resonate with everyone, and
Bonus Chapter Kegan ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ We’d been back three months, but every morning still felt like discovering something I’d thought was impossible. Estelle was sprawled across three-quarters of the bed, one leg thrown over mine, her hair everywhere. I extracted myself carefully—she’d murder me if I woke her before eight—and padded downstairs. Our home. The villa had been a place I kept things, a headquarters, somewhere to sleep between crises. Now it was where Estelle’s shoes ended up in random locations, where her design sketches covered the dining table, where the kitchen always smelled like her favorite meals. I’d turned into one of those pathetic married men I used to mock. I was completely fine with it. Coffee first. Then I’d deal with whatever crisis Marcel had texted me about at three AM. Something about a shipment and ‘complications’ which, in Marcel’s vocabulary, could mean anything from minor paperwork issues to someone actively shooting at him. A notificat
Epilogue Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ The next morning, true to his word, Kegan took me exploring. We put on actual clothes—a revolutionary concept—and he led me through paths I hadn’t known existed, past olive groves and wild rosemary, to the northern cliffs he’d mentioned. He was right. It was incredible. The cliffs dropped straight into impossibly blue water, tide pools dotted the rocks, and the whole thing felt like something from a postcard. “This is breathtaking,” I breathed. “Wait until you see the cave.” “There’s a cave?” “There’s always a cave.” He took my hand. “Come on.” He led me down a narrow path to where the cliffs opened into a sea cave—not deep, but enough to create this perfect little grotto where the water glowed turquoise and the walls echoed with the sound of waves. “Okay, this is officially the most romantic place I’ve ever been,” I said. “Good.” Kegan moved behind me, arms wrapping around my waist. “Because I’m about to make it significantly less romantic and
Chapter 142 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ Kegan had rented an entire island. Not a resort with other guests we’d politely ignore or a villa with staff hovering discreetly in the background. An actual private island off the coast of Spain—some tiny dot in the Mediterranean that apparently belonged to a friend of a friend who owed him a favor. That favor, apparently, involved handing over the keys to paradise and disappearing for a month. We’d been here three weeks, and I was starting to forget what wearing clothes felt like. Reason being that the island had given my husband ideas. Lots of ideas. Creative, inventive, occasionally physics-defying ideas about what two people could do when given absolute privacy, tropical heat, and unlimited time. Currently, I was sprawled face-down on a daybed on our private beach, completely naked, with the Spanish sun baking my back and absolutely zero motivation to move. Ever. For any reason. “You’re going to burn,” Kegan said from somewhere
Chapter 126 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ Every day in Sicily did wonders for my soul. The tension that had been coiled in my shoulders before we got here gradually unwound with each passing day. I laughed more freely, slept more soundly, and seemed to exist in a state of contented peace I hadn’t felt in m
Chapter 128Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦A car was waiting outside. Not just any car—a sleek black Mercedes with tinted windows and a driver who nodded at Kegan with a deference that suggested he knew exactly who he was working for.“Boss,” the driver said, opening the back door. “Everything is ready as you
Chapter 131Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦“And the pool,” Millie interrupted. “Don’t forget the pool.”Dallas was scrolling on her phone where she had found the resort’s listing. “There’s a private terrace pool in the premium suite. The petals. The champagne. He spelled things out in rose petals, Estelle.”“I
Chapter 119Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦“Did you really not sleep with him?” Kegan asked suddenly.I stared at him. “Seriously? You’re still asking me that?”“I need to know,” Kegan said. “I need to hear you say it again. I need—” He stopped. “I couldn’t get the image out of my head all these weeks. Of him
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