Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Ready?”
I nodded and stared back at the graves. “Take me home, Louis.”
The thing about poison?
I’d rather know I’m drinking it.
Don’t mask it with sweetness and lies.
Let me taste the bitterness.
Let me know it’s truth.
Give me the burn so I understand the scars it leaves.
So I remember why I swallowed it in the first place.
Forget sweet.
Give me honest.
Sometimes life hands you a bitter pill.
What happens next?
That part is up to you.
The end.
EPILOGUE
TEMPEST
“I’m a made woman now.” I plopped down between the graves, white rose in hand, and I talked. I talked for at least an hour while I rubbed my stomach. “I swear if we’re having twins I’m blaming both of you. Aren’t they supposed to skip me? Is that a thing?” I sighed. “I made a deal with Louis, that I’m as much a part of this world as he is, either train me to protect what’s mine or I’ll find someone that can.” I laughed. It felt good. “He didn’t like that, he’s been training me ever since.” The sound of a car pulling up jolted me out of my private chat. Louis was in a full black suit with a long overcoat. He’d risen in the ranks of the Vescovi family so fast that he was an underboss. They were brutal but because he was an Alfero through marriage and because Cassian promised them whatever they were due—we were at a temporary peace. And safe.
“You took a while.” He smiled. “I got worried about my girls.”
We were having a little girl. One. Not two. That would be crazy.
“We’re fine.” I shrugged.
He sat down and without as much of a thought he started talking, he came just as much as I did, early on after my dad’s death, I would often see his phone location at the graveside. I thought it was guilt; later he told me that it was his job to take care of him even in death. There was never a speck of dirt on either grave. He made sure of it. And Dad had been right.
“How is Cassian?” I asked. “I heard he’s finally making his presence known after laying low the last year.” He’d said he was waiting for the right time. Apparently after his being absent for so long, they’d voted on a queen, things were passed, I had no idea what laws, but he wanted to go for the shock and awe of it all.
“The coronation ceremony will be tomorrow, so I’m assuming that’s when all hell will break loose. Pay attention to social media, a lord of the criminal underworld—has risen.”
“Good Luck.” I snorted.
“The world isn’t ready.”