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  1. Cover
  2. About This Book
  3. Salvatore: a Dark Mafia Romance
  4. About This Book
  5. Prologue
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  31. Lucia’s Epilogue
  32. Salvatore’s Epilogue
  33. Dominic: a Dark Mafia Romance
  34. About This Book
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  63. Sergio: a Dark Mafia Romance
  64. About This Book
  65. Letter From Natasha
  66. Prologue
  67. Sergio
  68. Natalie
  69. Sergio
  70. Natalie
  71. Sergio
  72. Natalie
  73. Sergio
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  88. Sergio
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  92. Natalie
  93. Sergio
  94. Sergio
  95. Natalie
  96. Natalie
  97. Natalie
  98. 2nd Letter from Natasha
  99. What To Read Next
  100. Also by Natasha Knight
  101. About the Author
  102. Thank You!

I don’t know what I’ll do if she turns and runs.

I know I can’t let her go. I won’t.

But I don’t want to chase her. I don’t want to make her.

And a moment later, when the pianist begins the wedding march again, I’m glad I don’t have to. Her lips move into a small smile, and, eyes locked on mine, she comes to me.

I’ve never felt relief like I do in that moment.

Does she deserve this? Me? My family? No, she deserves a hundred times better. I will live and die with that knowledge. I will live and die knowing I loved her too much to let her go. It’s selfish. But I guess I’m selfish. And what I feel for her, it overwhelms me sometimes. It swells and surges and takes me under so I can’t breathe.

She is breath. She is life. She is everything.

She reaches the altar and I take her flowers from her, hand them to the priest because I don’t know what to do with them. I lift the veil from her face and her eyes glisten with tears. I know they’re not all tears of joy and I lean close to her, touch the soft skin of her cheek and bring my mouth to her ear.

“You’re beautiful.”

With my thumb, I wipe away a tear and we just stay like that for a minute and I breathe her in and I want to make this moment last forever.

“I’m happy,” she whispers, more tears sliding down her cheeks.

I close my hand over the swell of one hip and draw back to look at her. I know happy isn’t all she is. I know she’s scared. I want to tell her not to be afraid. That I’ll protect her. That I won’t ever let anything happen to her. To us. That I’ll take care of everything. But I can’t do that. And I don’t. And all I can do is smile at her words.

Someone clears their throat. Fucking Dominic. I want to kill him. I want to kill my bastard brother. But Natalie pulls back and we turn to the priest and he begins the ceremony and, a short while later, Natalie Gregorian is Natalie Benedetti.

My wife.

28

Sergio

“I’m going to miss being in the city,” Natalie says. We’re a few blocks from the house on Elfreth’s Alley where we just handed over the keys to a house-sitter I hired so Natalie and Pepper can move in with me.

“You’ll appreciate the quiet. Although you will have to learn how to drive a car.”

“I can drive a car. I just haven’t in a while.”

“If you always drive like you did tonight, you’re going to take some lessons.”