The Mafia King's Collateral
A rediscovery of the love that had somehow bloomed from the darkest beginning.
Nikolai’s arm tightened around me, pulling me closer under the soft blanket. He pressed a lingering kiss to my temple, his hand resting protectively over my stomach.
“We’re going home stronger,” he whispered. “More in love. Ready for whatever comes next.”
I nestled deeper into his side, breathing in his familiar scent. “Together.”
The Reaper and his Queen were returning home.
But this time, we carried the light with us.
And nothing — no shadows, no ghosts, no threats, would ever dim it again.
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