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“We're probably both dead.”

“Wonderful.”

She brightens.

“Right? Consider this an adventure!”

An adventure?

Fan-fucking-tastic.

I'm trapped on a stolen Bratva speedboat with my boss's crazy daughter.

And somewhere out there is Viktor Sokolov.

A man who apparently stages romantic kidnappings and buys rings the size of small countries.

God help me.

I have a feeling my peaceful life just officially ended.

Behind us, the abandoned guards begin shouting again.

Jade winces.

“Maybe we should go?”

I glare.

“You are unbelievable.”

She smiles.

“People say that a lot.”

And then she starts the engines.

“Wait—you know how to drive this thing?”

“Of course.”

The engines roar to life.

I close my eyes.

And I seriously consider swimming back.

Epilogue 3: Amanda

Alessio and I leave the island a few days after the wedding.

Honestly?

Neither of us wants to.

We'd happily stay there forever.

Well, I would.