69~ "Marry Me"

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Heyyyy hoes

How was your day

Hope I made it better

Anyways this is the last chapter yeah ik sad right

Vote and comment and I'll see you in the next one

Remember I love you all

And never be a quiet reader

Byeeeee

Two year later

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Two year later...

"It's alright baby," I kiss the top of my daughter, Octavia's head. She cries in my arms. I pick her up from her crib.

I hold her on my side, her face is buried in my neck. Walking to a chair she has in the corner of her room. I rock back and forth, trying to get her to calm down.

It's been two years that we killed Adam. It's been quite ever since. Peaceful.

I love it.

I stoped being an assassin a year ago when I found out that I was pregnant with Damon's and I daughter. When Damon found out he wanted to quit working but I told him not to.

Because we both promised Ares that we will give Kat the mafia. We been telling Kat about her talking over the mafia because she is now ten, and we want her to be prepared at what she's going to do she she turns twenty.

She's don't really care but she just a kid and she thinks what we do is normal. She a very smart kid but we haven't told her anything what we do is not normal.

When Octavia is finally asleep I put her back in her crib and I close the door leaving the room.

Walking to me and Damon's room he is already up.

Me and him are planning on going out tonight.

He didn't tell me what we're going to do. But whatever it is I'll be happy either way.

A fresh smell of his cologne hit my nose. I hum, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. "You look good, my love," he smiles. "For you? Always." He walks up to me. I gasp when he put his hands on my ass.

I smile, leaning down on his chest, I sigh, closing my eyes. "You ok, Anglo?" he kissed the top on my head. Lifting my head u to where I can see him, I smile, "yes," I say simply. He smiles. "I got to get ready," I clear my throat.

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