I have my princess safely back in my arms.

It’s like I can fucking breathe again.

The thought of spending my life without her had been too great a burden to bear. Now, her safety is my number one priority, like never before.

Fuck the family name.

Fuck honor.

Fuck everything I once thought I had stood for.

Isobel was right to begin with. We should’ve just escaped. Even if it meant running forever.

As long as she would be safe with me, I think I can do that.

Or can I?

The idea of getting my ultimate revenge is still on my mind. Yes, the Governor is dead. She helped me to accomplish that.

But what about her father and that rat’s nest of a family?

I feel like making the Capulets pay for everything they did to us. The entire fucking family.

It’ll take some long-range planning, but it will be worth it. Most of all, I just have to secure Isobel’s future.

I don’t want her to run forever. I want her to be safe with me.

I get her inside the penthouse, already feeling much better having her under my watch in a place I can control.

I have guys everywhere—more guys than ever before. And Merc and Benny and I go about planning our next move.

“I’m gonna go change, considering I technically died in this,” Isobel says, trying to crack a joke.

I don’t blame her. She’s been through so much tonight. We all have.

And I feel like I have to fucking pinch myself to realize that she’s still alive and that she’s still mine. I will never let her go again ever.

I feel responsible for what happened, and I’ll be damned if it repeats itself.

I go to her and kiss her on the cheek.

“Okay, baby. Go take a shower or something and relax.”

Then, I pull her close to me and kiss her deeply. I’m never going to waste a fucking second with Isobel.

She’s my treasure, and I’ll always treat her as such.

In the meantime, I go back to Merc and Benny.

I walk over to the bar and pull out a very special bottle of scotch.

“You guys, I think we should crack this open. You fucking saved us tonight. Without you, Isobel and I would be dead. You’re like my fucking brothers, and I’ll never be able to repay you.”

Merc comes over to me and examines the rare bottle. “It’s okay, Tristan. We would always do that for you, you know that. We ride and die together. In the meantime, I wouldn’t mind a drink.”

“Of course, man, you got it. We can drink this while we plan our next move.”

Benny comes over to us and takes a seat.

He says, “Come on, Tristan. You know we weren’t gonna leave you hanging. We always have your back. And remember, I’m always one step ahead of the enemy.”

I smile at him and pour us each a heavy drink.

I raise my glass.

“To taking down our enemies.”

We all clink glasses, but there’s a sort of bitterness behind it. Merc, Benny, and I have been dealing with this Capulet war for as long as we can remember.

I’d like to think it’s finally come to an end and that tonight was the last and final battle.

But in truth, this war might still rage on into the future. As long as there are Capulets still breathing, I know the fighting will continue. But as for me, my part in all this killing may be done.

I want to put Isobel first. And that may mean bowing out of the game, finding a new identity and profession.

“You guys, we’re gonna have to move. We need a new location where we can build a new life.”

“Tristan,” Benny says. “I was thinking that maybe the Montague mansion in Vienna would be a nice place for Isobel to stay. It’s far removed from here, and you can leave the dirty work to us.”

I think about what he’s saying. Vienna is an obvious choice. Why didn’t I think of it?

And I know he’s right. We have to get Isobel out of the city. I’m going to get her as far away from our enemies as possible.

I have to keep my possession, my treasure, safe.

“That sounds like a fucking fantastic idea, Benny. Can you have it arranged?”

“Of course.”

I sit with my guys around the table and look out at the remarkable city view. I realize this is one of the last times I’m going to see it—if all goes well.

I know that tonight has changed things.

I will never live here again.

I will never live so close to Capulet territory.

My main priority from this moment forward is to make sure my princess is free and happy.

Speaking of princess...I think about Isobel and that she might need a drink, too.

I pour her a glass of scotch and take it to the bedroom where she’s likely getting out of her war-torn clothes.

“You guys, I’ll see you later,” I say to Merc and Benny.

They smirk at each other, knowing exactly what’s about to go down.

I need to get to Isobel.

I need to be inside of her.

“Have a good night,” Benny calls after me.

“Yeah, yeah,” I say.

Then, I walk to the master suite to check on her. Inside, I see her standing fully naked.

She’s about to get into the shower. It looks like I came just in time.

“I brought you a drink, baby,” I say.

She smiles at me, perfectly comfortable in her nudity.

I finally feel like I can relax. She’s mine, and we’re going to get out of here and be free.

“Thanks, Tristan. I really needed this.”

I hand her the crystal glass, and she takes a long and thorough drink.

I watch her.

I always watch Isobel.

Then, I take her into my arms and drag her to the bed.

“Tristan,” she says, and tears form in her eyes.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s over now. The war is won. You’re safe.”

“Am I?” She looks at me with a worried expression. “Or will I always be on the run from them, the Capulets, my father?”

I hold her for a long time, wishing there was something to say to reassure her.

“We’re moving, Isobel. We’re going to Vienna, and none of your relatives will think to look there. We’ll be undercover and happy.”

She looks up at me, her eyes shining. “You really think so?”

“I know so, baby. Merc and Benny are working on it right now. They’ll figure it out. They always do. No loose ends, okay?”

“Okay.”

I push her gently back on the bed, my naked princess. Then I undress and claim my territory between her thighs.

Her breathing is ragged, and she prepares herself for what I’m about to do.

I slip a finger, then two, into her wet pussy, and she breathes more rapidly.

I watch her beautiful tits rise as she arches her back, trying to contain what I’m doing to her.

I kiss and lick her clit while fingering her G-spot.

“Come for me, Isobel. I want to know how badly you desire me.”

“Of course, I do Tristan. You’re my everything.”

I pull up and kiss her. I need to fuck her and taste her and make her scream my name.

I kiss her hard and finger her until she moans my name. My mouth muffles her cries as I start to claim her in every way.

“You’re mine, Isobel. Say it.”

“Yes, Tristan. Oh, fuck. Yes, I’m yours.”

“That’s my girl.”

I pull my fingers out of her soaking wet pussy and plunge my cock in.

She cries my name, says how much she wants it, and then she’s coming so hard around my cock that I can feel her pussy pulsing.

I’m blinded by love.

I see nothing but her.

I plunge into her deeply and know that she is my diamond, an eternal crevasse of love and desire that I never want to relinquish.

I’m lost in her.

She’s lost in me.

And then I take her deeply, harder than ever before.

Our bodies mesh together.

She’s coming a thousand times.

And I let her unleash around me.

And we fuck into the night.

This is my new life.

She’s my forever.