Page 78 of Mafia Captor

“Bobby.”

“Bobby?” I rack my brain, trying to think of a guest we’ve invited named Bobby.

A shyness comes over her. She suddenly looks twenty years younger, her cheeks rosy with blush. “Your driver?”

“Oh, Robert! Go. Hurry. He’s literally the sweetest guy on the planet and I’m sure he’s a wonderful dancer.”

“Alright. Wish me luck!” She leaves us with a wave.

“I’m glad she’s letting herself move on. I know my dad’s death has been hard on her.”

I feel honored that he’s being so vulnerable with me. “I’m sure it’s been hard on you, too, especially being the oldest. I’m glad you have this car and your memories. I’m sure he’s here now, just as proud of you as always.”

“Doesn’t matter to me now.” His dark eyes bore into mine. “What I want to know is if you’re proud of me.”

Seeing this softer side of him melts my heart. “I’m so proud of you, Boston. I love you. And I’m proud to be your wife.”

“God, I love you.” He brushes a tear from his eye before it can fall.

He takes me in his arms, leading me in a romantic, private, swaying dance under the moon. And he kisses me. The kiss takes me back to that very first time, in his mother’s hallway, outside that secret room of his.

He’s never been my captor. Not really. I could have left at any time.

But from the first time he kissed me?

He’d already captured my heart.

Epilogue

Beckett

I gotmy revenge but was dying in the street…

She saved my life.

Breathed air back into my lungs.

I still feel her lips against mine.

I owe her everything.

But she’sthe only witness to my crime.

And I have a family to protect.

I can’t do that from jail.

She gave me life.

Now…I have to get rid of her.

Normally it wouldn’t bea problem for me.

But the thought of losing her…

Makes it harder and harder to breathe.

Ashely’s brotherBeckett is getting his own book. Will he be able to find the girl that saved his life, and what will happen if he does? Mafia Savior, coming soon!

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