Page 153 of Dominance

But that’s farther down the list of worries for us at the moment.

Now my main concern is learning how to go back to some sort of normal. Our life is calm. We can do whatever we want.

And we navigate it together so well. Even if we get a little bored.

But with his cunning and my adaptability, both of our analytic natures…

We’re bound to figure out something to keep us occupied while the underworld goes to shit. I’m still lost in thought, content to let the day float away lying in bed.

Until a familiar thump hits the wall, then the door.

“Are you two coming out sometime today?!” my little sister shouts from the loft right outside our door. “I’m hungry!”

“You’re always hungry! We’ll be out in a few minutes!” I holler, plopping my head back down on Adri’s bicep.

Several minutes and a quick shower later, we’re heading down to the living room of the large townhome. The front door stands open, with a moody teenager glaring at us from the front porch.

“Ugh! You two aresogross. Like, I know it’s kind of your honeymoon, but try to remember I’m in the roomnext to yours.” Anna snaps in her light, adorable French accent, dropping her head back dramatically as she stomps down the front steps ahead of us.

That girl.

She’s a handful.

And I love every single second of it. I’ve missed out onsomuch.

But no more waiting. No more someday.

Someday, someday.

It was my freaking mantra for so long.

I never thought we’d get out, leavethe lifebehind. Especially Adriano.

Not that we’re completely clear or might not go back years from now. It’s likely that our pasts will come back to haunt us.

Which is why I used as much of that past to set us up for success.

Dom would have noticed eventually but leaving me in charge of finances gave me a unique opportunity. To siphon off enough for us to live comfortably for a long, long time.

So, we indulge every minute of it.

Never take each other for granted.

“Got your blouse buttoned up?” Adriano snickers, passing me on the way to the car.

“Got your pants on?” I clap back.

“Can I drive?”

“No!”

“Come on, Gloria Marie! I’ll be sixteen in a month!”

“But Anna, mon chau,cabbages can’t drive cars.”

“I’m not a cabbage!”

EPILOGUE 2

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