Epilogue

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FIVE YEARS LATER
Ethan

Emma pecked me on the lips as she walked by, heading for the front door. "Almost ready?"

"I'm ready," I said. We were flying to Massachusetts Island to visit my sister Lia, and her husband Kristan. They had disassociated with the mafia in the same way Ethan and I did.

I always kind of knew Lia wanted out of the royal rules.

Camille was five now, but she wasn't an only child.

We had a son named Nicholas, and Emma was eight months pregnant with our second daughter, to be named Claire.

Grayson took over as head of the New York mafia. My dad was shot, and made it, but only for two weeks. My mother was so heartbroken that her heart physically gave out. She was gone within an hour of him being gone.

Grayson was King now, and he was married and had twin girls and a baby boy.

Emma and I were living the rest of our life together in a simple, quiet manner. Our kids were growing up so fast before our eyes, and yet Emma and I were still falling in love as if we met yesterday.

My life finally felt fulfilled in a way I never knew I needed. But now I knew I needed it more than anything else.

THE END

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