EMILIA POVI stayed."Marco," I said. "I quit my job today. Broke my lease. I'm staying here. Permanently."Marco’s eyes widened. "Em, are you sure?""Yes," I confirmed.Marco looked at me for a long moment."You sure?" he asked."Yes," I confirmed."Even with everything that's coming?" Marco pressed. "Jax is back. Kane's attacking. The Bratva's coming. This place might become a war zone.""Especially because of all that," I replied. "This is my family. My home. I'm not running."Marco smiled slightly. "Dad would be proud.""You think so?" I asked."I know so," Marco replied. "He always said you were tougher than you looked. Tougher than me, even.""He did not say that," I said."He did," Marco confirmed. "Right before he died. Said you had something I didn't. The ability to choose love over fear."My chest tightened."I miss him," I said."Me too," Marco agreed.He pulled me into a hug.
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