Epilogue Two

MIRA

The sun kisses the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue across the marina as Lorenzo leads me toward the dock. His hand is wrapped around mine, a gentle but firm grip that speaks of the years we've shared and the bond we've built. I glance up at him, my heart swelling with love and anticipation.

"Lorenzo, where are we going?" I ask, unable to keep the smile from my lips.

"You'll see," he replies, his dark eyes twinkling with that familiar mischievous glint. "Patience, my love."

I follow him, my curiosity piqued. The soft lapping of water against hulls fills the air, mingling with the distant calls of seabirds and the murmur of other couples enjoying the serene evening. As we round the corner, my breath catches in my throat.

The yacht, Hot Moves, sits at the dock. Its sleek lines and elegant form are bathed in the last light of the setting sun. I remember it well from years ago, and seeing it again brings a rush of memories and emotions.

"Lorenzo, what did you do?" I whisper.

He turns to face me, his smile wide and filled with love. "Happy Fifth Anniversary, Mira. I thought we could spend the weekend on the yacht, just the two of us."

My heart swells, and tears prickle at the corners of my eyes. "You're so freaking sweet."

He pulls me into his arms and hugs my body against his. "Please don't tell anyone. I have a reputation to maintain," he teases.

With Lila graciously watching Lilliana and little Lorenzo, the weekend stretches before us like an open canvas, ready to be filled with new memories and cherished moments.

We board the yacht, its polished deck gleaming underfoot. Mario and Renaldo blend into the background as Lorenzo takes my hand, leading me through the familiar spaces. The crew greets us warmly, and before long, we're casting off, the yacht gliding smoothly into the open water.

As the city fades into the distance, we settle into a quiet corner of the deck, watching the horizon blur into an array of oranges, pinks, and purples. The fresh ocean breeze carries the scent of salt and adventure, and I lean into Lorenzo, savoring the tranquility and looking forward to the well-deserved weekend away.

"Remember the first time we were aboard this yacht?" he asks, his voice a tender whisper in my ear.

"I do," I reply, closing my eyes and letting the memories wash over me. "It feels like a lifetime ago and just yesterday, all at once."

He nods, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. "We've come a long way since then, Mira. Built a life together, a family. And I wouldn't trade a single moment."

I look up at him, my heart brimming with the love that grows stronger each day. "Neither would I."

As night falls, we move to the dining area, where a sumptuous meal awaits us. Candlelight flickers, casting soft shadows that dance across the table. We toast to our years together, to the challenges we've overcome, and to the love that has only grown stronger over time. "I love you, bambolina." I'll never tire of hearing those words coming from the powerful mafia boss' mouth.

"I love you, too, caveman."

I hope you enjoyed the story and will consider leaving a review.