EPILOGUE

GRAYSON

I never thought I'd find myself in a situation like this, sprawled out on a plush bed in a room, surrounded by the subtle scent of roses and scented candle. Jessica's lips are warm against mine, and her fingers trace lazy patterns on my back. The echoes of our recent vows still linger in the air. Sa wakas, kasal na kaming dalawa ni Jessica. She is finally my Mrs. Fiumara.

As I deepen the kiss, I can feel the weight of the gold band on my finger, a constant reminder that I am now entertwine with my best friend, now my wife's life.

"Gray," sambit ni Jessica nang tumigil siya sa paghalik sa mga labi ko. "Hindi pa rin ako makapaniwala na kasal na tayo."

I meet her gaze, "Believe it, Jess," I reply in a low tone. "We made it happen."

Her fingers play with the buttons of my shirt as she smiles, the warmth reaching her eyes. "I never imagined a life like this, with a mafia guy as my husband."

I gave her a half smile. "Well, believe it, Jess. We're in this together now."

She leans