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"My lips are sealed," I said. "Until the next time they're on your cock."

He groaned. "You're going to make me hard again." He carefully slid out of me.

I rolled over to face him and grinned. "Sorry, not sorry. Making people hard is part of my job description. It's on Mina's as well." She'd been doing that since we met. "See, I do have useful skills."

"Possibly." He lightly kissed my mouth before rolling onto his back and exhaling.

I propped myself up on my elbow and looked out at the view. "I know we have to get back to Sydney tomorrow and back to work, but we can enjoy this for a while longer, can't we?"

"This is why I bought the place," Reuben said. "So my family could enjoy the peace of the ocean." His arms were around Mina, her face pressed against his chest. He was running his hand up and down her bare back, just lightly, lovingly. Like she was cherished. Like he could sit with her like that forever and never need another thing.

I couldn't remember having ever seen him look content before. He did now. Holding her like that, he looked as though he'd come home to someplace he'd wanted to be all his life.

I knew he'd loved her for a long, long time. Now he had her, he wasn't letting her go. Neither were Damon and I.

She was the piece of the puzzle that completed all of us. The sun the rest of us circled around. The centre of our universe. Our beautiful, badass assassin.

"And we do," I said. "I love my job, but it's nice to stop and smell the sea air once in a while."

Not for too long though. I'd get bored if I wasn't running around getting shot at, shooting people and slitting throats. Those were the things that made life worth living. Especially doing them with the people I loved.

"That reminds me." Mina raised her face reluctantly. "I've come to the conclusion that the Sparrow is too burnt. After the rumours we spread and whatever Kurt said about me, the Sparrow needs to die. Figuratively," she added quickly.

"What are you saying, sweetheart?" I asked gently. "You're going to give up being an assassin and become a hacker instead?" That would also be hot. Whatever she did, would be.

"No," she said. "I want to keep working as an assassin. But I want to build a new name. I want to use the one I would have chosen for myself if my father hadn't insisted. Fiori."

She looked shy, as though she thought we might laugh, but if we did she was ready to deal with us. She wasn't taking shit from anyone, not anymore. She was so fucking strong, so beautiful it almost hurt. So incredible.

I'd never laugh at anything she ever wanted to do. Whatever she did, we'd support her, every single moment. The same way she'd support all of us.

"Flower." I smiled. "That's absolutely perfect. Just like you."

She smiled back and my heart never felt so full. I couldn't have been more proud of her. This new name was going to be even more successful and feared than the Sparrow. I couldn't wait to be on the sidelines, cheering her on. Maybe she'd even teach me some of her assassin skills.

She was so fucking perfect.

So fucking ours.

EPILOGUE

MINA

Voices came from Reuben's library.

I knew they were here, and why, but knowing that and stepping into the room, were two different things. I'd waited so long for this, but now I was paralysed.

I could let Asher go on living in his happy bubble, without ever seeing me. The selfless part of me wanted to do that. The realistic part of me knew he'd find out about me sooner or later. The longer I waited, the more hurt he'd be, knowing I was here all along.

I stopped outside the library door to listen to him and Zeke talking to Reuben. They'd brought their girlfriend, Abbie. Them and the twins were discussing something that took place at the end of Wolf Venom's world tour.

I knew the details, but was more interested in listening to my brother's voice than what they were talking about.

The twins were currently defending themselves to Zeke. I liked Zeke, but I couldn't help bristling slightly at his accusing tone. The twins could take care of themselves though, so there was no need for me to stab Reuben's rock star brother. If Reuben wanted him stabbed, he could have the twins do it.

I placed a hand on my swollen belly and held my breath.

At a break in the conversation, I took a few heavier steps forward, so everyone in the room would know I was there.