Page 127 of Mafia King's Ruthless Obsession

His expression collapses into disbelief as blood spills across his chest.

Behind him—Jaromir. Gun still raised. Hands steady. Face carved from stone.

“For Ana,” he says. “The real Ana. Not the ghost you made her into.”

Yakov crumples. Sergey drops beside him, cradling him as his breathing stutters, ragged and fading.

The factory stills.

The war is over.

And all that’s left is grief.

I pull Galina back into my arms, hands trembling with the aftershock. I bury my face in her hair.

“Don’t ever do that again,” I whisper.

She leans back just enough to look at me. Her eyes are fierce.

“I told you,” she says. “Together. That means we protect each other.”

Around us, the battlefield is dissolving into the aftermath. Bodies. Blood. Silence. Igor stares at the Gagarins—father and son, locked in a moment that will scar them forever.

I look down at Galina. At the blood on her clothes. At the bruises on her skin.

At the fire still burning in her.

“It’s time to go home,” I say. The words settle something deep inside me. “Time to build something better than this.”

We move, step by step, supporting each other.

On our way out, I glance back once more.

Sergey kneels beside Yakov, holding his son like he’s trying to rewind time.

The factory is quiet now.

And somehow—somehow—Yakov is still breathing.

Maybe he’ll survive.

Maybe he won’t.

Either way, the war he started ends here.

Nikolai gathers his family close. Igor watches with tired eyes. And Galina’s arm wraps tighter around my waist.

We’ve all lost something in this war.

But maybe, just maybe, we’ve bought ourselves a future.

“Together,” she says quietly, following my gaze.

I pull her close, press a kiss to her temple, and whisper back the only truth that matters.

“Always.”

Epilogue

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