We broke aside, however our gazes remained locked collectively, and the depth and sincerity in her eyes left me breathless.

“Alex,” She murmured, her voice thick with emotion, “I really like you.”

I smiled. Who would’ve thought all of our combating and bickering and my being pressured to handle her would result in this, us collectively, facet by facet, as soon-to-be husband and spouse?

And I didn’t care what anybody stated, having her legally certain to me was making me happier than I’ve ever been in my life.

I intertwined my fingers with hers, then turned and checked out my brother and my greatest good friend.

It doesn’t matter what challenges lay earlier than us—be it some Russian asshole, my dangerous future with the Morettis, Vince Salvini demanding an organized marriage, or some other impediment that destiny would possibly throw in our path—we might overcome all of them, hand in hand and coronary heart to coronary heart.

Collectively.

EPILOGUE

“Knock, knock.” I didn’t await a reply. As an alternative, I barged into the Donnelly’s library, which appeared according to their traditional Boston city home and located Jemma, along with her laptop computer on her lap, mendacity on a darkish brown leather-based couch within the sitting space.

I checked out her for a second. She had the wig in place, with a ballcap on high and headphones over her ears. So she wouldn’t have heard me anyway.

From my vantage level, I couldn’t see her face, however she appeared absorbed in no matter she was doing.

I crossed the room, then pulled the headphones off. “Hey, good friend.”

She gasped, grabbed her hair, and stared at me as if I used to be a ghost. When she realized it was me, her shock reworked into astonishment. “Payment? What are you doing right here?”

I rounded the couch, pushed her ft to the facet, then sat down reverse from her—the leather-based was extremely mushy. “What do you imply? Did you assume I’d simply go away you to your destiny?”

She sighed and rubbed her brow.

She appeared pale—had she misplaced much more weight?

Not good.

What was Uncle Craig pondering? I’d by no means thought he would undergo with such an asinine suggestion.

And what had gotten into Vincenzo Salvini?

On the best way from New York, Alex and Matt had tried to speak some sense into Vince.

To no avail.

He remained onerous as stone, and in addition refused to provide any cause beside of the ‘an alliance is nice for the household’ spiel.

Not that I assumed this marriage ceremony would actually occur, since Matt was useless set towards it. And I’d wager every thing I’ve bought on Jemma sharing his sentiment.

“Discuss to me. Inform me, what’s been occurring?”

Jemma scoffed. “My father has formally misplaced his thoughts. Vincenzo Salvini went fully off his rocker. And I’m not marrying anybody. That mainly sums it up.”

I grabbed her ft and put them on my lap. “Again in Eire, you advised me you thought Vince Salvini is aware of one thing. What does he know?”

Jemma locked eyes with me. “I don’t know for positive,” she whispered, then pointed at her laptop computer. “However I feel he would possibly’ve discovered about my little facet undertaking.”

After which the final piece of the puzzle fell into place.

He knew. That’s what she meant.

Vincenzo Salvini knew about Jemma’s hacking. She’d focused the Salvinis and did god-knows-what. And Vincenzo Salvini knew?

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