“Sorry,” I murmur, placing a soft kiss to her cheek as I take her hand and lead her inside. Pressing for the Lobby, I turn to her. “I hope you’re not in a hurry. I have somewhere I’d like to show you.”
“Wherever you lead, I’ll gladly follow.”
By the time I retake her hand to lead her from the elevator, my palms feel sweaty against hers, and I fucking cringe. I don’t have much time to ponder it, though, because we’re stopped outside a set of double glass doors soon after. The room is bright, but you can’t see inside because it has an image of an abstract white swan covering the glass.
I blow out a breath, taking both her hands as I face her. “I know you haven’t complained or even asked for this, but I think I know you well enough to know you’ll fucking love it. So without further ado …” I release her hands and swing open the doors, stepping to the side.
Her steps are slow and measured as she enters. I stay behind and watch as she takes in the room. It’s a large rectangle with hardwood floors, mirror-lined walls on two ends and a wall of windows opposite the doors. All the glass is covered in the same swan graphic, and it’s that material where the people inside the room can see out but no one can see in. All it needs is a name for the final branding.
I hang back until her hands move toward her face and her shoulders shake. She loves it. I knew she would. And this is it—my moment. I quickly withdraw the velvet box from my pocket and drop to my knee.
She whirls, searching for me, and when her eyes land on mine, it’s as if time stands still. Tears are frozen on her cheeks, and my mouth is frozen closed, unable to open and speak the words everything within me is screaming.
“Dante,” she cries, dropping before me.
“Piper, baby,” I whisper, the words getting stronger, me getting stronger. “It took me a long fucking time to realize I was allowed to love, and I put you through hell. I fucking know it, and I’m so goddamn sorry. But if you’ll let me, I’ll give you everything your heart has ever desired. You’ll live like a fucking queen at my side. Please”—my voice cracks—“please, say you’ll do me the extraordinary honor of becoming Mrs. Simone.”
The tears that seemed still earlier flow freely now, and she nods emphatically. “Yes, Dante. Yes!”
She flies into my arms, and I catch her.
Something shifts in me when that ring slides onto her finger. I become a real man. One who sees a future other than the one the Outfit will provide. I see all the possibilities with Piper, and I’m no longer afraid of the idea of a family.
The monster inside me agrees.
With her, we crave everything.
THE END
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