《The Underboss's Kingdom 》全部章節：第 111 章 - 第 115 章

It didn’t feel real until about a week later. The first few days home were a blur, unpacking, cleaning, catching up on sleep, trying to remember what normal felt like. But now… now the house felt lived in again. Warm. Safe. Ours. Kat, Wolf, and their three kids had left earlier in the week to head back to Jasper. The boys needed to get back to school, and Wolf had club business waiting for him. Kat texted me every day, checking in, sending pictures of the boys, asking how I was feeling.And even though Koda was four years younger, he and Gabe talked every afternoon. FaceTime, voice messages, little videos of whatever Koda was doing. Gabe didn’t mind the age difference, if anything, it made him feel older. Responsible. Ready to be a big brother. He told me that yesterday, actually. “I think talking to Koda helps,” he said. “So I know how to help the baby.”My heart melted. Now, I stood in the hallway with GreenLee, Ciara, Nonna, and Abuela, all of them helping me clean out the room I w

Gabe’s birthday was always loud, but this year it felt bigger, brighter, like the whole world was celebrating with him. And maybe it was. The Fourth of July always brought fireworks, music, and half the neighborhood outside, but today it was all for him too. The backyard was packed. Kids splashing in the pool. Adults gathered around the grill. Music drifting through the warm summer air. Fireworks waiting in neat boxes for later tonight. It felt good. It felt peaceful. It felt like life finally settled into something soft again.The family had flown back from Italy a few days ago, just in time for the party. They’d been gone for weeks, giving us space to breathe, to settle, to heal. Now they were back, loud, loving, and exactly what Gabe needed. He ran across the yard with Koda chasing him, both of them dripping water everywhere. Even though Koda was four years younger, they talked every afternoon. FaceTime, voice messages, silly videos. Gabe said it helped him &ld

Five years. Five years since Marco walked into my life with that ridiculous smile and those loud opinions and the way he made everything feel lighter. Five years since he told me he wouldn’t be anyone’s “dirty little secret.” Five years since he made me brave enough to stop hiding.And today… we were getting married. Sara planned everything, of course she did, and she somehow managed to make it look effortless. A small spring wedding in her backyard, flowers everywhere, soft colors, candles tucked into corners. It looked like something out of a dream. Marco had been a complete groomzilla for months. Not even in a bad way, just in a Marco way.“This ribbon is the wrong shade.” “The cake needs more height.” “Roc, your suit needs to be steamed again.” “Why is the seating chart not alphabetized?”I didn’t mind. It was his day too. And honestly… seeing him so excited made me love him even more. My grandparents flew in from Russia two days ago. My grandmother cried the moment she saw me in