Page 147 of Creed

The door opens, and Zac Watkins comes in, looking haggard and exhausted. He stops in shock in the doorway.

“Soph?” he chokes. “Oh my god. Soph.”

She goes to him and embraces him. I don’t love that a non-family member is touching her—both because of my usual possessiveness and also because the threat against Sophie is too fresh in my memory—but I stay still. She needs this with her friend.

Zac's eyes widen when he sees me. He recognizes me based on his expression. “Shit, now I understand why you kept your mystery guy a mystery,” he mutters.

She pulls back and smiles, but it fades quickly. “How is Ollie?”

“She’s stable.” Zac hugs her tight again, then eases up. “She’s not conscious yet, but I know she’d love to hear your voice. It will help. You want me to take you?”

She nods, looking back at me before turning back to Zac. “Her family…”

“No one blames you, Soph,” he says gently. “And Oll is a fighter. Docs are confident she’ll be fine.”

She takes my hand when I step beside her. It fits perfectly in mine, just like her body fits perfectly with mine. Her soul is the other half of mine. “Will you come with me?”

“Always and anywhere,” I promise.

Epilogue

Sophie

The past four monthshave been a whirlwind and a dream.

I finished my first year of school. Moving forward, I've decided to do online classes for the courses that truly interest me and will help me in my new endeavor of building and operating Hope's Legacy. Creed and I have started the project, including establishing a fundraising foundation to support its mission. May Antel—Antonio's close friend and a skilled fundraising event planner who knows how to target the philanthropic deep pockets of the rich—enthusiastically embraced being part of developing the foundation.

And I’m getting married today. To the love of my life. The other half of my soul.

ConvincingAbuelaandAbueloof my choice wasn't easy. They quickly saw the kind of man Creed is, but my father's past—whohe was and what he had done—tainted their views, despite their desire for my happiness. Surprisingly, it was Antonio who made the biggest impact in breaking through their resistance.

I’m so grateful for everything I have.

Creed. Our families. The threat to me is gone; the suspected mystery third party—if there was one—has remained silent, and I know Creed and his family are closely monitoring for any further threats.

The other thing that fills me with gratitude is Ollie. She's alive and well—and today, she's my maid-of-honor. She’s been recuperating, but still gets exhausted quickly, even if she’s a pro at hiding it. Antonio and Miguel seem to have a sixth sense and call her on her bullshit; they've made her rest this week leading up to the wedding.

There’s a knock on the door, and my heart thunders, thinking,hoping, it’s Creed.

He already visited me—snuck into the ensuite like a thief through the window becauseAbuelaand Gina are adamant about us not seeing each other today. He fucked me hard—me completely naked and him fully clothed. I had already orgasmed earlier when I had woken up and Facetimed him while I fingered myself. So with him eating me out on the vanity, the nipple play, theruthlesspinching of my clit, and two orgasms already under my belt, when the third hit me, I squirted all over us. He then pulled out of me and jerked his cock twice—his piercing icy-blue eyes consuming me with the fire within them—and ejaculated all over my mound.

I still blush envisioning that creampie.

Then he growled, "Don't you dare shower."

I look like a freaking angel descended from heaven in my white silk wedding dress, but underneath, hidden from everyone but him, I’m his dirty, naughty little siren.

Gathering up the layers of my silk dress, I hurry to the door. When I open it—my heart gallops like a racehorse—the tall man isn’tmytall man.

“You look like I just kicked your dog, Triple S,” Vito jokes and leans against the doorjamb, hiking one brow over his blue-green eyes. “Hoping for my baby brother?”

My cheeks heat, but I lift my chin. “It’s frowned upon for the groom to see—”

“Cut the shit.” He laughs, then winks. “I won’t tell.”

“Is everything okay?”

“All is great.MammaandAbuelaare bonding.” My heart clenches in joy about that, and Vito smiles softly. “The brood of young kids are doing their magic, bringing the two matriarchs together.”

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