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The wooden train had left a deep, purple bruise right across Ruby’s collarbone, a dull throb that beat in time with her racing pulse. In the heavy stillness of the Romano foyer, every armed guard held his breath. Vincent Romano’s hand still hovered an inch from where he had caught her, his dark eyes locked onto her face with a mixture of disbelief and clinical assessment. / Chapter 8 / 8

Chapter 8 - Empire of the Heart

Two years later.

The Chicago skyline glowed with a million golden lights as viewed from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Romano penthouse suite.

Ruby sat comfortably on the plush velvet sofa, her feet propped up, reading a brightly colored picture book to a giggling four-year-old boy who was currently applying neon blue stickers all over her arms.

"Mommy, look! You're a spaceship!" Leo declared proudly, clapping his hands.

"A spaceship? Oh no, I think I'm a monster truck," Ruby laughed, scooping him up into her lap and tickling his ribs until his infectious laughter filled the entire penthouse.

The heavy oak front door clicked open, and heavy footsteps echoed across the parquet floor.

Vincent walked in, shedding his tailored suit jacket and loosening his silk tie as he unbuttoned his collar. He looked older, wiser, and entirely at peace—a far cry from the haunted, isolated mafia boss Ruby had met in the foyer two years ago.

He walked straight over to the sofa, ignoring the mess of toys and stickers, and leaned down to press a long, tender kiss to Ruby’s lips, before dropping down on one knee to press another kiss to the top of Leo’s curly head.

"How was the port commission meeting?" Ruby asked, running her fingers through Vincent’s dark hair.

"Handled," Vincent smiled, his dark eyes softening as he looked between his wife and his son. "And the rival council?"

"They sent their regards... and three more cases of imported champagne as an anniversary gift," Vincent chuckled, wrapping his arms securely around Ruby’s waist and resting his head against her shoulder.

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