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I fall back, my hands gripping her hips to keep her on my cock as I spill inside her.

“Sloane!” I close my eyes, falsely worshipping her as much as she has me.

“Luca,” she whimpers, the last throes of orgasm racking its claws through her.

I turn her, clashing my lips to hers again in a fever, and her hands dig into my hair, holding me to her like I’m her holy water, washing her clean when I’m the complete opposite.

Does she think that she’s ruined and stained me?

But what of the tarnish I’ve thrust upon her own soul?

We’ll dance in the flames of hell together, fallen father and little dove, getting one another through the complex parts of life.

“What now?” she asks.

“Now, we go home, beautiful love.”

EPILOGUE

SLOANE

Six Months Later

“Thank you,” the mother before me says, handing her son the backpack full of supplies I give her.

I beam. “Of course, you’re welcome. My card is in the bag’s front. If you need anything else, please reach out.”

She nods. “We will. Thank you again.”

I nod, turning my attention to the next line. I flick my eyes over to Ardesia and Luca, who are busy getting their own lines down.

Brynne is handing out bags of food, and I smile brightly as I watch Dante leading a group of boys through a few moves of some contrived version of karate.

It’s been two months of planning to get here. I was hired to coordinate the local boys’ and girls’ center, and I quickly thought I had bitten off more than I could chew. However, with the help of two of the five families, I found all the support I needed to get the kids who reminded me of what they needed.

I finally have a job that makes me fulfilled and happy. Not that what I did before left me wanting, but this is where I’ll leave an impact.

The day drags on, and I’m caught up in my office looking at numbers when I look up to find Luca in the doorway, leaning on the frame.

He’s in jeans and rolled up his long sleeves as the day has gone on.

“You ready, beautiful?” he asks.

I nod. “Yeah. I was just looking to see how many came today. I wish we’d have drawn more of a crowd.”

He shakes his head. “My perfect girl. I know what drives you. Trust me, I do, but you’re enough. You did so much good today.”

I close my laptop as he approaches my desk, leaning against the edge beside my chair.

I turn toward him, sliding my hand into his. “I know I am. I just want…” I sigh.

He nods, not needing me to explain. He knows.

“Let’s go get some dinner, hm? Before Dante comes in here and eats us as his meal.”

I laugh, brushing my hand through my hair. “Why is he still here?”

His eyes soften. “Love, they all are. This is your day. We’re here for you. We leave with you.”

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