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We stay there, wrapped in each other, watching the late afternoon sun paint patterns on the bedroom wall through the sheer curtains.

Tomorrow we'll maybe see some sights. Maybe taste some wine.

But probably not.

Instead, we'll stay here in our private paradise, making the most of these two weeks before we have to go back to reality and responsibilities and running two crime families without killing each other.

And honestly?

I wouldn't have it any other way.

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