Making love to Katherine in my office feels different this ti.
Not desperate like before or stolen monts between crises.
This is us - powerful, equal, and choosing each other.
I lift her onto the desk, and she wraps her legs around . We’re frantic and slow at the sa ti, relearning each other in this new life.
"I love you," she gasps. "God, Tony, I love you."
"I love you too. So much."
After, we’re tangled together on my office couch. Katherine’s head on my chest, both of us catching our breath.
"We should do this more often," she says.
"What? Have sex in my office?" I winked
"You wish! I ant build our empire together - all of it. Business, personal... everything."
"Sounds perfect."
We lie there, contented and happy.
For the first ti in two years, the future feels bright instead of terrifying.
Over the next week, I began to notice small things.
Unfamiliar cars were parked outside our building, and they were different each ti. It could be nothing. Probably nothing.
I saw the sa face in two different crowds. It was a woman with dark hair. It could be a coincidence, I thought, but the feeling of being watched. I’ve felt that for two years, paranoia from survival mode.
"Are you okay?" Katherine asks one evening. "You seem distracted."
"Just old habits. Seeing threats everywhere."
"Maybe trust your instincts."
"Or maybe I need to learn to relax." I pull her close. "We won. Victoria’s in prison awaiting trial, and Marcus is cooperating with the FBI. It’s over."
"You’re right." But she doesn’t sound convinced.
"Katherine, we can’t live in fear forever. At so point, we have to believe we’re safe."
"I know you’re right. I’m being paranoid too."
But that night, I double-check the locks. Again.
Luca calls the next day.
"Tony. Need to talk."
"What’s wrong?"
"Maybe it’s nothing, but my people are reporting unusual activity, that people are asking questions about you."
My stomach tightens. "What kind of questions?"
"Your routine, Katherine’s schedule, where you go and when you’re most vulnerable."
"Journalists?"
"Could be. You’ve been in the news a lot as a legitimate businessman. You know the forr mafia heir is a good story." He paused. "But Tony, be careful. Victoria had allies - Charles’s students. Rember the phone call after her arrest?"
"I rember, but we can’t live in fear forever, Luca."
"I’m not saying live in fear. I’m saying stay alert and trust your instincts."
After we hang up, I sit there.
The cars, the familiar faces, and the feeling of being watched.
Not paranoia.
It’s surveillance now!
The charity gala arrives.
Marvin Industries is hosting at the Atrium with five hundred guests, full dia coverage, and legitimacy on display.
Katherine looks stunning in her erald gown that makes her eyes impossible to look away from. Her hair was styled up, and the engagent ring catching light.
"You’re staring," she says, adjusting my bow tie.
"Can’t help it. You’re beautiful and stunning."
"You clean up pretty well yourself."
We enter together - caras flash, reporters calling questions.
"Mr. Marvin! Is it true you’re engaged?"
"Katherine! How does it feel to be marrying a forr mob boss?"
We smile, wave, but don’t answer.
Inside, the gala is perfect. There were politicians, business leaders, philanthropists, celebrities... all here to court Marvin Industries’ favor.
I’m respected now, not feared for violence. Respected for my business acun.
This is what we fought for.
"Dance with ," Katherine says.
We move to the dance floor. The first slow song plays and she fits perfectly in my arms.
"I could get used to this," she murmurs.
"Good, because this is our future, this life."
"No more running and no more hiding."
"Never again."
We danced surrounded by hundreds of people, any of whom could be a threat.
But I chose not to see threats tonight.
I chose to see our future.
At 9 PM, I give my speech.
Standing on stage with Katherine beside and caras everywhere.
"Two years ago, the Marvin na ant cri, violence, corruption." I look out at the crowd. "My father built an empire on illegal activities, and I inherited that legacy. I could have continued it..." I paused.
"Instead, I chose to build sothing different. Sothing legitimate and clean. Today, the Marvin na ans contribution, community, and commitnt.
Marvin Industries employs three thousand people. We pay our taxes, we support our communities, and we build value the right way."
There was applause everywhere, real and genuine.
"I’m proud of what we’ve built, and I’m excited for what cos next."
More applause while Katherine’s hand finds mine.
As we leave the stage, a waiter approaches.
He was young and efficient, carrying a tray with two champagne glasses.
"Complints of an admirer," he says.
I take a glass, and Katherine takes the other.
We raised them, about to drink, toasting our future when Luca appears from nowhere and knocks both glasses from our hands.
They shatter on the marble floor, the liquid spreading.
It was smoking, the champagne was eating through the floor.
"Don’t drink that!" Luca shouts. "I just got word that soone’s been asking the catering company about your preferences. Specifically, whether you prefer champagne."
Security rushes in, and chaos erupts.
The waiter was gone, vanished into the crowd.
I pull Katherine close. "Get everyone out. Now! Evacuate the building."
Luca’s on his comms: "Possible poisoning attempt. Full lockdown. Find that waiter!"
People are screaming, running - panic spreading.
My phone buzzes with a text from an unknown number. It had a photo attached showing Katherine and raising our glasses just before we drank.
The photo was taken from inside the room seconds ago, and it read: So close. Next ti, I won’t miss. You can’t protect her forever. -A Student of Charles Sterling
Katherine sees it, and her face goes white.
"They’re here," she whispers. "In this room, watching us right now."
I scan the fleeing crowd. Hundreds of people - guests, staff, dia.
"Who?" I demand. "Which one?"
"Charles’s other students. They’re not waiting. They’re already moving."
Any one of them could be the enemy.
Or all of them.
We’re surrounded by threats we can’t identify.
The war isn’t coming.
It’s already here.
And we just walked into their trap.
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