“You and your shitty hitman can suck it,” she says and then aims her gun at Dario. “I’m the one running the show now.”
While Leo pulls the trigger, I’m the one that sends the bullets into Dario’s chest. I didn’t feel safe giving her a loaded gun, and then I got the idea that if everyone saw her kill Dario, it would be the best way to warn off anyone thinking of trying to come for her again.
Before anyone notices that I was the one really doing the shooting, I slip my gun back in my coat and reach for my bride.
“Well done,” I say as I pull her in my arms and Dario falls to the ground dead. “Looks like you’re right at home being a mob wife.”
“You’re lucky to have me,” she says before she goes up on her toes and I bend down the rest of the way to kiss her.
“Who knew you’d be such a willing captive?”
“As long as you keep giving me orgasms and feeding me pizza, you can keep me as long as you want.”
“Forever it is,” I agree.
Epilogue
Leo
“And that is how your mommy took down the world’s most deadly hitman,” I tell my boys. They are sitting there staring at me with wide eyes that match their father’s. They are mini versions of him even though I carried both of them for nine months. It’s probably for the best. There really shouldn’t be more than one of me out in the world.
“Wow,” my youngest son gasps. Logan turned four today, and he blinks up at me with awed surprise. My oldest son Max thinks it over for a second, and I watch his expression turn skeptical. He’s always calling me out.
“Is that true?” Max eyes me with suspicion.
“One shot,” I confirm, wiggling a finger at him. I figure since Logan is four now, he can hear a few stories.
“Dad let you have a gun?” Max asks, and now I’m seeing why he doesn’t believe me.
“I might have borrowed it,” I admit.
No one is willingly giving me a gun. Plus I’m still not a huge fan of them. There’s so much blood and then they have a gross metal smell afterwards. No thanks.
“Borrowed?” Max raises his eyebrow at me exactly like Mattia does.
“Why am I being interrogated here? Mace is usually my weapon of choice, but a girl has to mix things up.” A girl also needs her options. With a rich-ass husband, I’ve got plenty.
“It’s not an interrogation,” Max tells me. “I was extracting information.”
“You’ve been hanging out with your father too much.” I’m so proud. He’s taken well to the lifestyle.
“Can I shoot a hitman if I hang with you, Mommy?” Logan asks, his eyes hopeful.
“Maybe one day.” Gah, he’s so freaking adorable.
“Like ten years old,” he pushes, and I can’t tell those big brown eyes no.
“Okay.” Whoa, this must be how Mattia feels with me. I broke so fast.
“You’re the best.” Logan wraps me up in a tight hug.
“I really am,” I tell him before I kiss the top of his head.
“I see my boys are hogging my wife again,” Mattia says, stepping into the room.
“You let Mommy kill someone,” Max says to Mattia with admonishment.
“Have you met your mother?” Mattia tosses back at him.
