Chapter 14: The Proof
They’d said he was too old, too cold, too dangerous, too far gone for redemption or love or anything resembling happiness.
But she’d done what no one else had dared.
She’d looked past all of it and seen just a man. A man who needed love as desperately as he needed air. A man who’d been waiting twenty-three years for someone brave enough to see him.
And in return, he’d given her everything.
Safety. Security. A love so fierce and protective it sometimes took her breath away.
They were an impossible match. The aging crime boss and the young nurse. The monster and the innocent. The darkness and the light.
But they were also simply Sal and Lily.
Two people who’d found each other against impossible odds and chosen to build something beautiful from the wreckage of their pasts.
They’d said he was too old for love.
They’d proven them spectacularly, wonderfully, completely wrong.
And in the warmth of his arms, with her future stretched out before her—full of possibility and promise—she knew with absolute certainty that she’d do it all again. Every dangerous moment. Every terrifying choice. Every step that had led her to him.
Because love—real love, the kind that transforms and redeems and makes monsters remember their humanity—doesn’t care about age or appropriateness or what society thinks is acceptable.
It just is.
And theirs would burn bright enough to light the darkness for whatever years they had left together.
