All Chapters of The mafia and his hit man: Chapter 61

TWO YEARS LATER Avery’s POV Two years had made our lives peaceful and beautiful. Our bar had become the locals’ favorite, with dim lighting, good music, and drinks. Rafa pretended he didn't enjoy crafting, even though he was annoyingly good at it. Kane managed the books silently, as usual. The other men, Matteo, Sera, Lucas, and Pablo now worked security and delivery. No one asked about or talked about the past anymore. Upstairs, our apartment smelled like coffee and Rafa’s cologne, and the stupid vanilla diffuser Rafa kept buying because “it makes the place smell civilized.” Tonight was special for us. We closed early, locked the doors, and went upstairs. The moonlight cast across the bedroom, illuminating the faint scar on Rafa’s jaw. The one I kissed every morning. He leaned against the dresser, arms crossed, watching me like I was the only thing worth seeing. “You’re late,” he murmured, though he still smirked. “I know,” I said. “I wanted to keep you waiting.”