Chapter 17
An hour later, the mansion’s private medical doctor finished stitching up the gunshot graze on Marcus’s shoulder.
Noah and Leo were tucked safely into the massive king-sized bed in my old master suite, sleeping peacefully.
I sat on the edge of the plush sofa in the adjoining sitting room, holding a warm cup of chamomile tea.
Marcus walked in quietly, bare-chested with white medical bandages wrapped tight around his torso.
He sat down on the far end of the sofa, keeping a respectful distance between us as he looked at me.
“The Moretti family leadership was completely neutralized tonight, Evelyn,” Marcus reported quietly.
“Their syndicate is shattered.”
“There is no one left alive who poses a threat to you or our children.”
I took a slow sip of my tea, looking at the man who held so much power, yet looked so fragile before me.
“So you kept your promise,” I said softly. “The forty-eight hours are up tomorrow.”
Marcus swallowed hard, his dark eyes filling with an unbearable, agonizing pain.
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“If you still want to leave, the five million dollars is ready in a secure bank account,” he whispered.
“I will buy you a house anywhere in the world, and I will never cross your path again if that is what you wish.”
