The air felt cooler now, so I wrapped my jacket around her.
We walked the old streets slowly, the city buzzing softly around us while music drifted from nearby bars.
For a moment, it felt like we were just two people on vacation.
Not two people standing in the middle of something much bigger.
I checked my watch when we stopped to get coffee.
10:25 PM.
I glanced behind us toward Tommy.
He understood immediately, pulled out his phone, and stepped away.
I looked at Yuna.
“We’re going back to Monaco tomorrow by train.”
She nodded easily. “Okay.”
She looked around the street once more.
“It was a short time… but I enjoyed Paris.”
“We’ll come back.”
She looked up at me. “You promise?”
“Yeah.”
Right then, a black Rolls-Royce truck pulled up along the curb.
I stepped closer and kissed her.
Slow.
Soft.
But deep.
The kind of kiss that made people walking past glance twice.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” I told her.
Her hand rested lightly against my chest. “Where are you going?”
“Business again.”
She narrowed her eyes slightly. “You know… if I’m going to be some kind of mafia wife, I’m going to have to come on business with you.”
I smirked. “I’ll let you know when it’s time for you to go to war with me.”
I opened the door for her.
She climbed inside without another word.
The Rolls pulled away slowly down the Paris street.
