Chapter 10 - The Sovereign’s Choice
A year later,
the Russo name was feared and respected more than ever.
I was no longer the girl in the pharmacy.
I was the woman who ruled beside the King of Chicago.
Gemma had moved to Italy,
starting a new life far away from the blood.
She still wore her silver ring,
but she had found a new tether to reality.
Dominic and I sat on the balcony of our new home,
the city lights sprawling beneath us like a carpet of diamonds.
"Do you ever miss it?"
he asked,
pouring me a glass of wine.
"The silence?"
"The labels?"
I looked at him and smiled.
"No,"
I said.
"I prefer the music."
He pulled me into his lap,
his arms a familiar fortress.
"I told you I’d watch everyone connected to my sister,"
he whispered in my ear.
"But I was really just watching you."
"I knew from the moment I saw you that you were the only one."
"The only one who could handle the fire."
I leaned back against his chest,
feeling the steady beat of his heart.
The quiet life was over.
The girl who was afraid was gone.
I was a Russo now.
And for the first time in my life,
May you like
I was exactly where I was meant to be.
The end.
