The Mafia Boss Ignored Her for Years — Until He Found Her Packing Her Suitcase in Total Silence in night.... and Made the Most Feared Man in New York Finally See Her

Dominic stepped onto the rain-slicked gravel of the roof.

His shirt was torn at the shoulder, soaked with blood and rain. He held his rifle loosely in his right hand, his breathing heavy, his face covered in soot and smudges of dark red.

Behind him, two of Marcone’s top hitters lay disarmed and unconscious on the concrete landing inside.

Dominic dropped his weapon to the roof tiles with a heavy metallic clatter.

He walked across the roof toward her, his heavy boots crunching on the loose gravel. He walked with a slight limp, but his eyes were locked entirely onto Naomi’s face.

Naomi didn't hesitate. She ran across the slick roof, throwing her arms around his neck, burying her face into the curve of his shoulder regardless of the blood and dirt covering his clothes.

Dominic wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her slightly, burying his face in her dark hair, letting out a long, ragged exhale that sounded like a man coming back to life after drowning.

“It’s over,” Dominic rasped, his voice thick with exhaustion and emotion. “Marcone’s crew is destroyed. The city is clean.”

Naomi pulled back slightly, her hands framing his face, inspecting the fresh cuts on his cheek, the blood on his shirt.

“Is this your blood?” she demanded, her voice cracking.

“Most of it belongs to Vincent Marcone,” Dominic admitted quietly.

Naomi let out a half-sob, half-laugh, pressing her forehead against his chest. “You’re a terrible, violent, impossible man, Dominic Moretti.”

“I know,” Dominic whispered, his large, scarred hand gently stroking her hair. “But I’m your husband. If you’ll still have me.”

In the distance, the rhythmic chopping sound of helicopter blades broke through the clouds over the East River.

Leo stepped onto the roof, holding a radio, looking at the couple standing together in the rain. He offered a subtle, respectful nod of his head.

“The transport is here, Don Dominic,” Leo announced softly. “Where are we flying?”

Dominic looked down at Naomi. For the first time in three years, he didn't check his phone. He didn't ask about the Brooklyn territories. He didn't calculate the political fallout with the council.

He simply looked at his wife.

“Where do you want to go, Naomi?” Dominic asked her softly.

Naomi looked at the city skyline, then looked up into his bitter-coffee eyes, seeing the man who had finally opened his heart to her in the storm.

“Somewhere warm,” she said softly. “Just the two of us.”