Chapter 10 - ASHES AND CONFESSIONS
When the helicopter landed back at the Hamptons compound, I ran across the lawn, heedless of the spinning rotors.
Dante stepped out first, holding Lily. I fell to my knees, sobbing as I pulled my daughter into my arms, burying my face in her neck, inhaling the scent of her hair, checking every inch of her for injuries. She was scared, dirty, but unharmed.
Vincent stepped out of the chopper next. He was covered in soot, blood, and rain. He looked exhausted, the adrenaline finally leaving his system.
I stood up, holding Lily, and walked over to him. I didn't care about his mafia titles. I didn't care about the blood on his shirt. I wrapped my free arm around his neck and kissed him with everything I had.
He dropped his weapons, wrapping both arms around us, crushing me and Lily to his chest. He buried his face in my hair, taking a shaky breath.
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“I thought I lost you both,” he whispered, his voice cracking for the first time. “I have money, Elena. I have power. But until I met you, my house was just a tomb. I love you. I love this little girl. Don't ever leave me.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I cried, holding onto the man who had torn down a city to save my child. “We’re home.”
