Page 137 of King of Omen

I preferred this fresh focus of their business with less heat on their backs.

‘I’ll still keep some of my asset management client base,’ Lorenzo told me, ' but I’ll focus on the more acceptable commerce aspects, of course.’

In our downtime, we took long walks on Manly Beach with our new dog, Pluto, a cheeky golden cocker spaniel, loving the idyllic life we’d fought so hard for.

One morning, we drove into the city to the law offices of Jones & Jones.

Where Mr Reed Jones was tasked with reading Bianca’s will.

To our utter surprise, she’d left her Blue Mountains property to both Lorenzo and me.

‘All seven acres and outbuildings are jointly in your names,’ Mr Jones intoned.

The bequest shocked us, not so much because of its generosity but because she’d entwined us together before our love journey had even begun.

‘How did she know we’d be a couple?’ I asked, swinging my head between the bespectacled lawyer and my man.

Lorenzo leaned back in his chair and shrugged, a lopsided smile on his face. ‘Perhaps she appreciated how well you took care of her, bella, and didn’t want my brothers and I to miss out on your unique brand of loving.’

I melted at the sweetness in his words. ‘Stop!’ I protested, beaming all the while.

We left Jones & Jones’ offices.

A smile played on my face, still wondering how prescient Bianca had been.

In the lift, I rotated to my King and pulled him close as the elevator doors shut with a whisper. ‘You’re a treasure, Lorenzo. You’re a passionate man, too, with a beautiful soul. You need to know she left me a letter before she passed. In which she tasked me to take care of you.’

‘She what?’ he rasped, in shock.

I nodded. ‘She did. I thought she was asking me to support your family with her funeral arrangements, but now I believe she meant more. Bianca wanted me safe and secure with you, knowing just how much of an OTT protective, loving alpha you are, believing I would eternally love you with grace.’

He didn’t say a word, yet I tagged how his eyes gleamed, his lips curled up at the ends, and his hand tightened around my waist.

His gaze fell on me, raking me from top to toe of my bodacious limoncello sweater, linen trousers and heels, and he smirked.

The elevator door opened, and he pulled me tighter to his beautiful, navy-suited length. Then we swung out into the sunshine.

He slid on his sunglasses, looking every bit the ruthless, fearless King I adored.

At the car, he tilted my face, bent, gave me a feather-light kiss and jerked his chin at me.

We glided into his Maserati and purred away to our new life together.

LORENZO

For months we’d craved tranquillity, and now we had it, we nurtured it because, fuck, we deserved it.

Thanks to Bianca, we now had a weekend getaway property where my woman and I enjoyed a dreamy escape when needed.

It’d been a week of massive freakin’ challenges, from closing out some of our key global business’s bank funds and credit lines, settling vendor accounts, and terminating office leases and rental agreements as we wound down our footprint in Italy.

My new fiscal advisor, a Sydney-based money genius, Arsen Piscek, helped me ensure compliance with financial regulations while handling our foreign exchange matters.

However, at Blue Bliss, Bianca’s elegant, cozy and luxurious home, now ours, I forgot it all, lost in the expansive views of the mountains.

Mia and I had woken this morning to the sight of mist-covered peaks and indulged in a cup of coffee on the private terrace.

Now, we were poolside, surrounded by lush greenery, overlooking the rugged escarpment and taking in the sweeping panorama of the mountain ranges.

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