Page 284 of Legacy
But the idea of something more.
A life beyond death. Beyond war. Beyond blood-soaked legacies and sacrifice.
I swallow past the lump in my throat and nod.
“Then let’s make it a good one.”
He exhales slowly, like he wasn’t sure I’d say yes. Like the weight of it is almost too much to hold.
“You want to move here?”
My brows furrow. “You’re going to sell the penthouse?”
He shakes his head.
“No, we’ll just have both, Santo has the summer estate and a penthouse in the city. You and I can have the same.”
He grins, nudging me with his shoulder lightly. “Plus our loft.”
My lips tug into a smile. “I love our loft.”
His fingers brush my cheek, his eyes meeting mine, soft, sad.
“The townhouse?” I ask breaking his thoughts.
His eyes flicker and he shifts.
“What about it?”
“Can we fix it too? Keep it as our own?”
“But the basement—”
I shake my head. “Can be cleaned up, renovated. Wouldn’t you rather it be filled with children instead of a blood house?”
His face contorts as if the idea didn’t make sense.
“The neighborhood is shit.”
“Then we buy the neighborhood.”
He scoffs out a chuckle.
“What are you hiding?” he asks and my heart plummets.
He can read me so well.
I’m not even sure myself what I’m hiding, I could be completely wrong. But now is not the time.
“Nothing,” I say softly cupping his jaw, his eyes close as if in instinct. I brush my lips against his. “You mentioned children and they deserve beautiful places to live, even in the middle of a syndicate, don’t you think?”
He hums turning his head to press a kiss to my palm. His eyes opening to lock on mine.
“Let me,” I whisper.
Angelo
Let me.
