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My world immediately became suspended as the deafening sound of silence grew while my eyes honed in on the very bright smile she gave me. I was left breathless.

“Less than a year ago, you gave me a promise that you would wait for me. Well, I don’t want you to wait any longer. I’m ready to take the next step, marry your wild, beautiful self, and drive you crazy for the rest of our lives. Luca di Medici, will you marry me?”

I didn’t think. There was no need for it.

I marched the small gap between us and kissed her like no one’s business, right before our son, my parents, her father, our beloved friends, and relatives. I was so proud of her for brazenly proposing the way she had. Could anyone really blame me for falling for her?

“I love you. I love you, and yes, you’re definitely marrying this wildly beautiful, crazy man, cara mia.”

The background was filled with laughter, well wishes, and applause. I could have sworn, too, that I could hear Jacques and Andrés wishing Kimberly luck because she would need a good dose of it.Bloody bastards, I thought as I kissed her senselessly.

My son’s first birthday surely was unforgettable. His mother had made sure of that.

It took about another hour and a half of celebrating and feasting before I finally got the chance to be with the guys. As much as I loved being with Kimberly, I couldn’t deny I had missed these lunatics. While those two were busy dedicating their lives to the racetrack, I knew Andrés would retire soon due to his responsibilities back home in Spain. He was, after all, a Duke, and that came with a lot of baggage. And it seemed as though that particularbaggagecouldn’t be ignored for long if the media were to be believed.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be the first one to marry, eh?” Jacques chuckled as we enjoyed our brandy and cigars in the library.

“Sadly, that novelty has long been taken,” Andrés said, muttering to himself.

My eyes narrowed on him as if trying to read his oddly contorted expression. “You’re joking! Please tell me you’ve finally taken a fancy on one of the candidates your mother’s been parading at you?”

The Spaniard shrugged. “She’s neither. It doesn’t matter, anyway; that ship sailed years ago. Long gone … and dead. We’re divorcing.”

“Are you sure you didn’t hit your head yesterday? ’Cause that was quite a spin you had there.” Jacques was referring to the crazy tailspin he’d had yesterday, losing the first place to the UK.

“I don’t think he did, or did he?” I asked, glancing between the two men before throwing Jacques an accusing look. “Have you been giving him drugs again?”

They did like to enhance their partying on several occasions, myself included, so this development wouldn’t be surprising. Andrés, upon recollection, had a peculiar way of reacting to recreational substances. The man had vowed never to touch such things ever again after the last time.

Jacques snickered. “It’s not off season. Oh, don’t give me that bloody look. We’ve all had our fair share of stupidity.”

Touché.

“You can say that again,” Andrés muttered before adding, “There’s a lot going on, but all I can say for now is that this might just be the last year I’m racing.”

We all knew that was going to happen. It was simply a matter of time.

“Let’s do another round,” I suggested after seeing the gloomy demeanor the Spaniard had.

After pouring their glasses, I beamed towards my comrades for life.

“Saluti,”I said with pride.

“À votre santé,”Jacques exclaimed.

“Salud,”Andrés reiterated in his language.

It had always been this way. We had grown up in different countries, but we were all the same. Our bond, our brotherhood would forever remain strong.

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