She smiled faintly. “You never left home... You were never Sergei’s guest.”
“Maybe not, but being here with you is the first time I’ve been home in a very, very long time,” I confessed.
“Well, me neither,” she admitted. She looked so beautiful there, I suddenly wanted to see her in a white dress walking down the aisle toward me, everyone we knew looking on and understanding that she was mine.
“Do you want a real wedding? Something big, a fancy dress... whatever you want, you’ll get it.”
She shook her head. I was more disappointed than she was.
“No need for a wedding. I’ve never cared about all of that... but I have an idea for the honeymoon.”
“You do? Somewhere exotic? You want to lie on a beach somewhere beautiful?”
She shook her head, a playful smile on her lips.
“Not even a little bit. But don’t worry... you’ll like it. It’s right up your alley,” she said mysteriously. I didn’t care where we went or what we did. We could wait in line at the bank for two weeks if that’s what she wanted to do; it wouldn’t matter. We’d be together, and nothing else would matter.
I could have been lost in that moment forever, until... she shivered.
I stood up carefully, keeping her perfectly filled by my cock.
I started toward the stairs.
“Where are you taking me?” she squealed, and wriggled, making me groan. Cum worked down my thighs, released from Katarina’s tight little cunt, still stretched by my cock.
“To bed, to warm you up, angel. Our night’s only just beginning.”
EPILOGUE
Katarina
Spring was blossoming all around us in Naples as we parked the car as close as we could get to the site, and got out to walk.
Fields of poppies and anemones lined the roads. We made our way through twisted olive trees, stepping over the cyclamens growing beneath. A haze had settled over the early-morning ground, as yet undisturbed by the crews of workers who were excavating the site.
Massimo was quiet, and I reached out a hand to lace my fingers through his.
We made our way through the trees that hid the charred remains of Ospedale di Santa Maria from where we’d parked.
Here, the extraction was well underway, with large sections of the ground already dug up. Tents had been erected to sort the uncovered remains.
I walked past a few of them until I felt Massimo’s hand tug me to a stop.
“She’s here, isn’t she?” he murmured, looking across the wreckage of the hospital.
I nodded. “Yeah, I think she is.”
He sighed, his hand tightening on the bunch of snowdrops we’d gone to five different florists to find.
“She’s here,” he said again, mostly to himself.
“And now she’s not alone anymore. None of them are,” I pointed out.
The excavation of Santa Maria had started quickly after the atrocities of Hallow Hall had come to light. Massimo had worked with a detective he’d met after the fire, who’d taken the case and run with it. Thanks to Giada and her sources, it had garnered a lot of attention.
The Church and twisted priests and exiled former doctors, organized crime and an isolated hospital just outside the city... it had all the ingredients that the public ate up. They wanted more information. They wanted justice, and the police had no choice but to give it to them.
I got to see firsthand how it was when you had tech skills, power, and money at your disposal to avoid suspicion. The deaths at Sergei’s mansion were ruled as in-house Mafia fighting. With so many unidentified bodies to find on the grounds of Hallow Hall, the police couldn’t really afford to care too much about Mafia men killing one another.