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Epilogue - Three Years Later

Here's the epilogue and final part of Falling For The Mafia Bad Boy. Thank you to everyone who has supported this story! We made it!

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Emily Rose :)

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It's been three years.

Three years of no violence, chopped-off hands, car chases, or getting held at gunpoint. Three years without the man who turned my world upside down. Three freaking years is a long ass time. Once the kidnapping charges were dropped, Nico's sentence was reduced. They couldn't entirely pin the murder on him, so they made a deal and got him on some weapons charge. He is now serving six years.

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"I'm telling you, Tamara, this isn't a good idea. I mean, how well do you know this guy? Where did you even meet him? He could be a serial killer or worse." I tell my best friend over the phone while standing in the kitchen.

"Like in the Mafia?" She giggles. I faintly hear her doorbell ring.

"That's not funny. Anyway, I think you're too young to be tied down," I mutter. I hear the doorbell ring again.

After everything had happened three years ago, I stayed in my little apartment, and surprisingly, Nico's stayed empty. I asked the landlord one time, and he paled. Then, he made an excuse to leave. So, it's safe to say I stopped asking. A part of me wondered if Nico had someone paying for the apartment.

"Oh please, at least I'm not like you and have completely given up on the male gender." Again, I hear the doorbell.

"Well, I have my reasons and am happy with my life." Lies, whispers my conscience. I haven't been happy since a particular Italian god left my life in handcuffs.

"Yeah, so happy, you shut everyone out of your life and are living in the apartment next to your ex." Doorbell.

There is nothing wrong with staying in the apartment. I tried leaving a couple of times and couldn't make myself. The memories with Nico in here are too strong. I feel like I would be finally saying goodbye to him if I left. And as pathetic as it is, I'm not ready. After three years of no contact, you would think I had burned his stuff and moved on, right? Wrong. Turns out that Nico Moretti was much more challenging to move on from than one thought, even after multiple attempts at visiting him in prison. For the first six months, I went to see him almost every day, and he denied my request each time.

"Hey, I didn't shut you out." Doorbell.

"That's because I wouldn't let you," comes Tamara's response, followed by her doorbell and a knock.

"Are you going to answer your door?"

"What are you talking about? I'm at the supermarket." I freeze. It must be mine. "Callie? Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah, I just...I have to go. Talk to you later." I quickly hung up, place the phone on the counter, and walk to the front door. I never had anyone visiting my floor since it's the top floor with only Nico's and my apartments. I quietly glance through the peephole but don't see anyone. Opening the door, my words get caught in my throat as pure shock rocks my bones.

"Hello, wife." Standing, better looking than I can remember, is Nico with his trademark smirk. A slight thrill runs through my body.

I take a moment to observe the differences that three years has made to his body. He always had lean muscles that had now become bigger and harsher. I guess there's not much to do in prison besides working out. I'm afraid this is just another one of the universe's cruel jokes where I dream of him only wake up crying out for him. But never in my dreams did he call me wife or have my name tattooed on his forearm. I look back into his gorgeous eyes. This isn't a dream.

"Well, shit," I whisper as I fight the blackness creeping into the edges of my vision.

THE END...or is it?