Chapter 10 - THE FINAL EXCHANGE
The war was over. With Volkov dead and the traitors purged, the rival families sued for peace. New York belonged to Cain Valenti, absolute and undisputed.
But as the dust settled, Hunter packed her bags. She stood in the grand foyer of the estate, her heart heavy. She had helped him win his war, but she was still a girl from a shattered life, and he was a king of the underworld.
Cain found her by the door. His eyes darkened. "Where are you going?"
"The job is done, Cain. You're safe. You don't need a translator anymore."
Cain walked down the grand staircase, closing the distance between them until she was backed against the heavy oak door. He gently took the duffel bag from her hand and dropped it to the floor.
"I didn't need a translator," he said, his voice a low, raspy rumble. "I needed you. I have lived my entire life in silence, Hunter. You are the only one who ever understood me without me having to say a word. You are not leaving."
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"Cain..." she breathed, tears pricking her eyes. "This life..."
"Is ours," he finished, cupping her face. "Rule it with me."
