CHAPTER 10
Matteo stepped forward, opening the door for her with the same calm, absolute authority that had captivated her from the very first minute she walked into his office.
"You're late, Agent Hayes," Matteo murmured softly, his voice rich with that familiar, thrilling Sicilian grit that made her heart race.
"I don't apologize for other people's protocol, Mr. DeLuca," Sienna replied smoothly, stepping close to him as he wrapped his heavy arm around her waist.
Matteo leaned down, pressing his lips passionately against hers right in front of two dozen news cameras, sealing their unbreakable bond before the entire world.
Six months later, on the top floor of the newly renovated DeLuca Tower, the morning sun broke over the sparkling blue waters of Lake Michigan.
Sienna sat behind a sleek executive desk, wearing an elegant silk blouse, reviewing the global logistics ledgers for their newly legitimized international shipping conglomerate.
The violent turf wars were officially over, the cartel threats eliminated, and the dark shadows of the past permanently replaced by unshakeable peace and absolute prosperity.
Matteo walked into the corner office, carrying a tray with two white porcelain cups, setting her black coffee—two scoops, no sugar—precisely at 180°F beside her arm.
"Everything looks balanced, Mr. DeLuca," Sienna smiled, leaning back in her leather chair as he stepped behind her to wrap his large hands gently around her shoulders.
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"Everything is balanced, my love," Matteo whispered against her ear, kissing her cheek as they looked out over the thriving city they now ruled together as equals.
They had survived the gunfire, exposed the corrupt, built an empire on absolute trust, and found an everlasting, powerful love that no force on earth could ever tear apart.
