Page 328 of Legacy
Not a question.
Not a wish.
A fact.
I shift gently, rolling to face him. His mouth is relaxed in sleep, lashes casting shadows over sharp cheekbones, brow still slightly furrowed like he’s bracing even in his dreams.
God, I love him.
Not in fragments. Not in fear.
Fully.
I kiss his temple. Soft, careful. Then I slip out from under his arm and out of the bed, moving quietly through the bedroom.
I don’t rush as I get ready.
I’m not running from anything anymore. I’m walking into something I’m building myself. Something clean.
I’m turning down the job.
His voice echoes in my head from last night to open my own firm.
And that’s what I’m going to do.
I believe him.
I believe inme.
Ready to go, I leave him a note and slip out of the bedroom, the house quiet. I take the elevator to the parking garage.
The doors slide open, and I step out, then pause.
No Enzo.
No Nico.
There’s always someone stationed here.Always.
My chest tightens, a prickle running down my spine. I scan the corners, half expecting to see Nico’s scowl or Enzo’s nod, but there’s nothing. Just the low hum of the overhead lights and the distant echo of the garage.
Where the hell are they?
For a beat, I consider going back upstairs. Calling Angelo. But I shake it off, forcing my shoulders to straighten.
It’s fine. They probably rotated shifts.
I step forward, my boots clicking against the concrete.
I freeze for half a second.
Gio.
Leaning against the concrete wall near the cars, hidden in the shadows.
My heart kicks hard, but my face stays calm.
He steps out. “Morning.”
