My lips curve up at the thought of the Blancos being wiped out. I’m disappointed at how fast it happened. There was no time to savor the kills.
But they are dead. They’ve paid with their own lives for the family they’ve taken from me.
My enemies now know what I’m capable of. Word will spread of my marriage to Damien. People will know of my alliance with Alexei and Demitri.
I stare at Cillian and Dana. The couple who have sacrificed so much for me.
It’s my turn to keep them safe.
“You and Cillian can now enjoy your relationship,” I murmur. Dana’s eyes dart to mine. “I’ll take care of you. I don’t want you to worry about me any longer. Damien will take over as the head of the family, and together we will keep you safe.”
Dana reaches her hand to me, and I don’t hesitate to take hold of it.
“Thank you, Miss Winter.” Dana gets up and gives Cillian a last glance before she says, “I’ll prepare something to eat. The men must be hungry.”
As the sun begins to rise, I move from the chair to the bed and sitting down, I carefully take Cillian’s hand in my own.
My eyes drink in his features. “Rest and get better. Your time of protecting me is over.” I lean forward and press a kiss to his forehead. “It’s my turn to look after you.”
Emotion wells in my chest, and I allow a tear to fall.
“Thank you for being my father, my mother, my mentor, my best friend. Thank you for fighting so hard to get back to me.”
Cillian lets out a sharp breath, and then his eyes drift open. I smile as he focuses on my face.
“Poppet,” he breathes.
“Hi,” I grin happily at him. “How do you feel?”
“A little worse for wear,” he mumbles.
“Demitri gave you some antibiotics and cleaned your wounds. We’ll have you back on your feet in no time.”
A lopsided grin forms around his lips, and I struggle not to cry from the joy of seeing it again. “I missed that smile so much,” I admit.
His eyes rest on me with endless love. “I didn’t tell them, poppet.”
“Didn’t tell them what?”
“Where you were. Where the island is,” he says, already short of breath from the strain it’s taking to talk.
Cillian suffered to keep me safe.
“I love you so much, Cillian,” is all I can think to say as I press another kiss to his forehead. “Rest. I’ll take care of you from now on.”
“My poppet,” he breathes before his eyes drift closed.
I sit with Cillian until Dana comes back. “He woke for a moment,” I tell her. “He was lucid.”
“I’ll stay with him. Go eat, Miss Winter.”
I nod my head, and getting up from the bed, I softly leave the room as Dana takes my place to keep vigil over Cillian.
I find the men in the dining room, filling their stomachs with the breakfast Dana prepared. I sit down on Damien’s right.
“Cillian woke,” I inform them as I help myself to some pancakes and eggs.
“Good,” Alexei mutters. “I’m glad you got your friend back.”
I can’t stop smiling as I enjoy breakfast with my new family.
“Alexei and Demitri are leaving today,” Damien says as I take a bite of the pancakes.
My eyes dart to the two men as I chew and swallow, then I ask, “So soon? You can’t stay a little longer?”
Alexei shakes his head. “Business waits for no one.”
My shoulders sag a bit. “Thank you for helping me.”
“That’s what family is for,” Demitri murmurs.
I meet my brother-in-law's eyes for a long moment. We didn’t have any time to get to know each other. “You’ll come to visit when you can?”
Demitri nods. “Not often, though.” His gaze moves to Damien’s. “You could always travel to LA.”
“We have to sell the diamonds,” Alexei interrupts. “The buyer is in New York. We could meet you there.”
Damien and I both nod at the news.
“That way, you’ll take your rightful place as diamond smugglers in the Ruin,” Alexei adds.
As Mr. and Mrs. Vetrov, our enemies will know we’re unkillable and merciless. Hopefully, our name alone will be enough to prevent another blood bath.
DAMIEN
With Winter next to me, we see Alexei and Demitri off.
I hug Alexei before embracing my brother.
“Keep safe,” Demitri murmurs.
“You too.”
He pulls back, and with his hands on my shoulders, our gazes lock. “You’ve done well. I’m proud of you.”
The corner of my mouth curves up at hearing my brother’s praise.
As they board the plane, Winter takes hold of my hand, snuggling against my side.
“We’ll be okay without them, right?” she asks.
I pull my hand free from hers and wrap my arm around her shoulders. Pressing a kiss to her temple, my voice is low and filled with strength as I say, “We’ll be okay.”
Winter lifts her face to mine, her mouth curving into a smile. “I love you, my husband.”