Biker's Forbidden Desire
It wasn't a weeping born of sadness or guilt; it was the sound of absolute completion.
"She's beautiful, Axel," he choked out, his thumb carefully brushing her tiny cheek.
"She's going to be strong," Emilia whispered from the bed, her eyes shining as she looked at us. "Like her uncle. Like all of us."
Three months after Isabella’s birth, a secure federal alert appeared on my workshop terminal. Leonardo Reyes had passed away inside his maximum-security cell. Heart attack. Natural causes.
The man who had meticulously orchestrated the chess pieces of our lives, the man who had set every single violent catalyst in motion to break us, was officially gone from the earth.