The warehouse was a smoldering wreck of chaos and gunpowder. Morelli lay on the cold concrete, blood seeping through his torn suit as sirens echoed in the distance. His men were either dead or fleeing.
Damien watched him with a cold, unyielding stare. He had dreamed of putting a bullet in this man for years. But some deaths were too merciful.
Leo cuffed Morelli's wrists, yanking him to his feet. "Time's up, old man."
Morelli sneered through the pain. "You think this ends with me?" His bloodied smile stretched into something cruel. "I was just the beginning."
Damien's jaw clenched, but he said nothing.
Morelli laughed. "You'll never be free. Someone else will come for you. For her." His gaze flickered to Bella, standing a few feet away. "She'll never be safe."
Damien moved so fast Morelli barely had time to react. He gripped the man's collar, his voice a low growl.
"You won't be around to see it."
Morelli's smirk faltered just as the flashing red and blue lights illuminated the wreckage. Police swarmed in, guns drawn.
Ava took a shaky breath beside Bella. "It's over," she whispered.
Bella turned to Damien, searching his expression. "Is it?"
Damien exhaled, running a hand through his hair. The weight of everything—the years of revenge, the danger, the bloodshed—pressed down on him.
But then he looked at her.
Bella.
The woman who had risked everything for him. The woman who had given him something to fight for beyond vengeance.
He stepped toward her, cupping her face in his hands. "It's over," he said, more to himself than to her.
Bella's eyes softened as she reached up, resting her hands over his. "Then let's go home."
Damien didn't hesitate. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, searing kiss, one that erased the past and sealed their future.
A future without Morelli.
A future without fear.
A future… together.
As the sirens faded and the city hummed with life around them, Damien knew one thing for certain.
He had spent his life chasing revenge.
Now, he was ready to chase something else.
Love.