God Of Crimson : A Mafia Deal Sealed in Sin

Epilogue: A New Dawn

Six Months Later

The villa overlooked the ocean, waves rolling against the rocky shore below. The setting sun cast a warm, amber glow across the terrace where Nikita stood, wrapped in a soft blanket, her gaze fixed on the horizon.

Life had changed in ways she'd never thought possible. Six months ago, she and Nikolai had been consumed by vengeance, their days driven by blood debts and family legacies. Now, standing in this quiet paradise, it almost felt like another lifetime.

She heard footsteps behind her, and a familiar warmth settled around her as Nikolai wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. His presence was grounding, his touch no longer tinged with the edge of urgency or danger. Just comfort, safety—and something far deeper.

"Lost in thought again?" he murmured against her hair, his voice a low rumble.

She smiled, leaning into him. "Just thinking about how far we've come. It's strange, isn't it? All that we went through to get here."

He turned her gently to face him, his gaze filled with a softness she hadn't seen before. "If anyone told me I'd end up here with you, living a quiet life, I would've laughed."

Nikita chuckled. "Yeah? I would've told them they were out of their mind."

They shared a smile, and for a moment, it was as though all the struggles, all the danger, had led them to this one perfect instant. A world away from the chaos they'd left behind.

"Do you miss it?" she asked, her eyes searching his.

He considered it, a hint of the old mischief sparking in his gaze. "Sometimes. But then I look at you, and I remember that this—" he gestured around them, at the villa, the ocean, their life now—"this is what I fought for. I'd go through it all again if it meant being here with you."

They stood in silence, letting the weight of his words settle between them. For Nikita, it was surreal. She had once hated everything he stood for, everything he was. And now, he was the one constant in her life, the only person she trusted without question.

Nikolai reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle. "So...what's next for us, Nikita Volkov?"

She smirked, the fire in her eyes unmistakable. "Whatever we want, Nikolai Russo. Our lives, our rules."

He laughed, pulling her closer, his lips finding hers in a slow, lingering kiss. In that moment, she knew that whatever the future held, they would face it together.

The End