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An amazing duet. A team. Parents to a perfect little girl who lives a very happy life with a distant relative of Circe’s in Greece.

Eva.

The one thing Ananke took from us, but didn’t ruin.

“Unreal,” Aless rumbles, sipping Grand Marnier. “So. Is anyone going to spit it out?”

“Spit what out?” Gloria preens.

“Nothing, if you know what’s good for you,” Ciro snickers. Vanya flicks his ear, making him scream soundlessly.

“Don’t act like I’m completely in the dark. I was the head of one of the most powerful families in the world. I know something’s brewing.”

Circe and I exchange glances. Nod.

The pause ricochets around the room, then four voices answers at once:

“We’re rebuilding the Lyras—I’m—Adriano’s taking over a seat on the ’Ndrangheta?—”

“We will be…staying Bratva,” Ciro and Vanya add as an afterthought, shrugging noncommittally.

Alessandro huffs a laugh, tosses his head back, laughing harder. “Ah, the fuck was I worried about? Just three Diamantesand their badass brides ruling over the entire criminal underworld!”

Everyone loses it a little, falling about and raising glasses.

And I’ll never get tired of being able to smile with them.