Epilogue

The cold October wind bit at my skin and whipped my dark brown hair about. My grip tightened on the other hand that occupied mine. Every once in a while one of my fingers would slide absentmindedly over the cool silver band on his finger.

"Andrew?" I asked looking up at my husband.

"Yes?" He said turning his gaze away from the tombstone.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." He replied with a heavy sigh, before taking one last look at the tombstone, and then turning to walk away.

I knew it had to be hard on him. To lose the only parent you had left. I would never be able to feel that emotion, but I sympathized with him. We walked farther back into the graveyard until we came upon a solid black granite tombstone.

Brother, Friend, Protector. Was elegantly carved in white marble breaking the black surface.

"It's hard to believe it's been five years." I said in a whisper.

Andrew didn't respond and I didn't expect him to.

It had been five years. Five years since this new life of mine had started. There had been deaths. Andrew's father had died not even a year after Jett had left us. No one ever knew exactly how he had died, but we all knew it was not a natural death or illness, foul play had been involved.

Six months after the passing of his father, Andrew and I were wed. It was a small ceremony. The only people that attended were Seth, Matt, Mike, and a few of Andrew's closer relatives. No one from my side of the family, because I had no family, to me this was my family.

When Andrew's father passed away, it was expected that he would take over in his place. This was the last thing I wanted for him, for us. It had taken a lot of time and talking, but in the end I finally convinced him to leave that part of his life behind. Instead Seth took over in Andrew's place. We still keep in contact with him, but only as friends. I swore to myself that I would never fall into that life.

A short, shrill cry broke through my thoughts. I looked down into my arms and soothed the child that lay there.

I might want to add that Andrew and I were now the happy parents of a little baby boy. We decided to name him Jett. He was only eight months old, and we loved him with all of our hearts. I would make sure that my child was shown all of the love that I had never received. My son's cries soon softened and disappeared.

His eyes opened to reveal the same emerald green that his father's still held. I smiled down at him and silently rocked him. Upon the news of my pregnancy, Andrew and I both decided that our child would never know about our former lives. We did not want him to grow up in that environment that Andrew had. We did not want to put him at risk as I had been. Jett would never know of that other world; we would make sure of it.

The man that had proclaimed to be my father had been sentenced to life in prison, along with Aidan, for the murder of Mason. It was quite ironic, that he was sent to prison for the on horrible deed that he did not commit. He had killed so many others, stolen me from my parents and led a mafia. No one would ever know any of that, accept for the very few of us, that had been there to witness it all.

"Are you ready?" Andrew asked looking down at his son and me.

"Yes." I replied linking my free hand with his.

We turned and walked away from the gravesites of our friends and family members and headed back to the black car that sat silently on the empty road. Jett had drifted back into a peaceful sleep, his small lips slightly parted. I turned back around to face Andrew.

"You did the right thing, you know that right?"

"What?" He asked confused.

"Not telling him. Leaving that part of your life behind. You made the right decision. He'll never have to grow up in that world, and experience the pain that comes with it."

"I know. Sometimes I just thinkā€¦" He said trailing off.

"Think what?"

"What if someone finds out? What if they come after him? What if he finds out that we lied to him his whole life?"

"We'll have to face that day when it comes, but for now he's safe, we're safe. As long as Seth's in charge, he'll be safe."

"I guess so."

"Don't worry."

"I swear if something ever happens to him, I'll never forgive myself."

"Don't think like that. Nothing is going to happen to Jett."

"I never thought any of this could happen."

"I know." I said quietly, looking down at my pale hands folded in my lap.

"But I don't regret it. I may have lost a close friend and my father, but I gained the love of my life, and nothing will ever be able to replace that." He said pulling one of my hands up to his lips and kissing it.

We pulled up into the driveway and got out of the car. We no longer lived in the mansion that I had first been brought to. We escaped that world and everything to do with it. We lived in a modest sized house surrounded by five acres. I carried Jett upstairs, Andrew trailing close behind, and into his nursery. I gently laid his sleeping form into his crib and stood up with a smile on my face. Andrews draped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him.

"He's beautiful." I whispered careful not to wake him.

"Like his mother."

"Like his father."

We both gazed down on the miracle that lay before us. Something so beautiful, so pure, had come from something so wrong. Nonetheless, he was here, and as I have said before, I would protect him from that, no matter what. After all if I had learned one thing, Mafias are good at keeping secrets, and this was one secret that I would never let escape.

A/N: WOW! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT IT'S TRULY OVER. THIS STORY SURPASSED MY WILDEST DREAMS! IN THE BEGINING I WAS HOPINF FOR A FEW FANS AND A FEW REVIEWS, AND HERE I AM TODAY WITH A STORY THAT HAS RECIEVED OVER 700 REVIEWS AND MUCH LOVE FROM THE MANY MANY FANS! I WANT TO THANK ALL OF THE WONDERFUL REVIEWERS THAT HAVE BEEN THERE FOR ME, ESPECIALLY THE ONES THAT HAVE BEEN THERE SINCE THE BIRTH OF THIS STORY.

I HAVE BEEN TOLD ABOUT HOW SAD PEOPLE ARE TO SEE THIS END, BUT I BELIEVE THAT ITS TIME HAS COME. THERE HAVE BEEN SEVERAL REQUESTS FOR A SEQUEAL. I CANNOT MAKE ANY PROMISES ABOUT WHETHER THERE WILL BE OR NOT. FIRST AND FOREMOST I PLAN ON FINISHING MY OTHER STORIES THAT I HAVE NEGLECTED, AND THEN I HAVE 2 NEW STORIES THAT I HAVENT POSTED YET!

I CHOSE NOT TO REPLY TO MY REVIEWS FOR THIS FINAL CHAPTER, BUT I WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW THAT I LOVED EACH AND EVERYONE OF THEM! FROM THE PRAISE, ENCOURAGEMENT, THREATS, FLAMES, CRIES, SCREAMS, AND LAUGHS. NEVER DID I THINK I WOULD ACCOMPLISH SOMETHING AS A WRITER. THIS HAS CHANGED MY OUTLOOK ON LIFE. I AM ENTERTAINING THE IDEA OF BECOMING AND AUTHOR INSTEAD OF A DOCTOR, BUT MY MEDICAL DREAM JUST WONT DIE.

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