Epilogue

EPILOGUE

TRISTAN

Four Months Later

D on’t cry, don’t cry , I tell myself as Maya walks up the aisle, led by her friend Riley. Her dress hugs her curves perfectly, simple but elegant, with a lace top and a flowing skirt. Her dark hair is styled in loose waves, framing her face beautifully. She looks incredibly radiant with every step.

My heart pounds as I watch her. I’m the luckiest guy in the world.

From the crowd, Raffie watches, thicker than the last time I saw him, healthier. He’s been in rehab for the past three months. He wants to put the Mob life behind him, and I’m willing to be there for him to help him.

Tank isn’t here. He was lucky he wasn’t there that night when I took out the heads of the Trentini Family and their lackeys. Thanks to me, he got away with his life and could wash his hands of the Mob. In return, he made the charges against me disappear, but some wounds just won’t heal. Some betrayals just can’t be forgotten. That doesn’t matter anymore, though.

As Maya gets closer, the tears become harder to hold back. Her bump is showing slightly, a sign of the life we will begin together.

Sure, it hasn’t been easy. I’ve had to sell the land I bought the home on and then start renting another space. Plus, I’m working two jobs, and Maya is working like hell, too, but it’s all led here to this perfect moment. A fresh start for us all, away from the Mob and that life.

Soon, it becomes too much to handle. The warm, happy tears start flowing down my face when the music swells. Loki lets out an eager yapping sound from the back of the ceremony room.

Maya gives me a look, speaking over the last notes of the music. “Sounds like the ring bearer is excited, huh?”