Epilogue
Laila, seven months later
S eeing Dante hold a baby when I’ve witnessed him taking life with those same hands is another world level of crazy.
But I know the life he took was to protect me even if he didn’t know about the baby at the time.
It all started in room Seventeen. I found what I never knew I wanted there and now I can’t imagine my life any other way. There is love after pain and betrayal.
I cross the room and slip into bed with Dante where he cuddles our three-month-old daughter close to his chest. I slip my hand into his and we stay like that with our fingers linked over our child. If it’s his biologically none of us know for sure, but those gray eyes of hers are very telling.
“Thank you for loving me,” I whisper into the darkness, no longer afraid of what stares back at me. Seattle’s Club Genesis is well underway, and I’ve started my training—both in all weapons and full contact. Dante says I am a natural with a blade. Con thinks I could have been a gold Olympic medalist with the power of my right hook and my Bastian loves getting a weapon in my hand every day of the week.
As for what I think…I’ll do whatever it takes to protect my daughter. Even kill.
“Thank you for teaching us how to love.” Bastian moves in behind me and his words are low so as not to wake the baby. Con closes the door to our bedroom and settles at my feet. He lays his head on my thigh and we fall asleep knowing tomorrow we will rise and strengthen our kingdom together. One united by love and forged at the Society. Maybe we should have our wedding there. I tuck that idea away and let my dreams carry me into the future with my three bratva men.
T hank you for reading Gilded Secrets!
The next Gilded Key Society book is on the way. Gilded Touches is an age gap romance and you can turn the page to read a sneak peek.
T hey dared me to steal the ring of the enemy if I wanted to join their elite society.
Easy.
My plan was simple. Seduce the most powerful men of Seattle at The Gilded Key Society, grab the booty—after giving some—and be gone. Who is going to miss one little ruby ring?
As plans go, it was a good one at first.
Showing up to The Society in nothing but body paint was my first mistake...