Epilogue
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Five years later
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There was a time when the sight of a snowstorm from the floor-to-ceiling windows of this very cabin came with a completely different set of feelings. Of course, I'd just stolen something from three powerful billionaires, and if they caught me—well, you know the rest. They did catch me. For life.
"Where are my dads?" my three-year-old son, Jason, demands for the millionth time, his patience running out.
I turn to smile at the fourth guy in my life. Somehow, he has a mix of all three of my husbands' features: Alec's green eyes, Conrad's thick, silky hair, Theron's cleft chin. He is also a steely negotiator, can charm his way out of anything, and is so incredibly smart that he amazes me.
"Just a few more minutes, honey. They'll be here soon." We come to this cabin at least once a year; Jason loves the snow, and this is his favorite place in the whole wide world, or so he says.
I check the baby monitor and sigh with happiness at the sight of our one-year-old daughter, Cara, sound asleep in her cot. She looks like me, which is exactly how they wanted it.
The way they are with our children makes me fall in love with them over and over again. I truly am the happiest woman on earth.
My sister is flourishing at university. Christopher is getting married to a lovely woman and couldn't be happier.
Joe, or rather Maximilius, is a permanent fixture in our lives and a grandfather figure to our children.
And as the wife of the most powerful billionaires and most dangerous men alive—and the daughter of one of the oldest mafia families, a fact I still can't quite wrap my head around—I decided running several charities was my destiny.
It's fun to take money from my husbands and give it to those who need it more. They can't say no to me.
They may have only been away for three days—a business trip to London which meant they would meet us directly at the cabin.
Still, I missed them as if I hadn't seen them in forever.
And then we heard the whir of a helicopter.
Jason shouted in excitement. A thousand butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
The instant they stepped into the room, my world balanced out again.
I am the owner of the Virgin Chalice and also the keeper of their cocks being the proxy vote for the Morgana family.
I have fun reminding them of that from time to time.
It usually ends with me splayed over a spanking bench, my pussy drenched and swollen from all the times they’ve already made me come.
And by the way each of them is looking at me now—after hugging their son and answering his million questions—I can already feel myself getting pregnant with baby number three.
THE END