Chapter 7 - The Waiting Game
The night felt endless, the grand house suffocatingly quiet without Constantine's heavy presence.
Josie sat in the nursery, watching Mila sleep, the child's chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm.
Every time a car drove past the gates, Josie's heart leaped into her throat.
She prayed to a God she hadn't spoken to in years, asking for the safe return of a man who broke every commandment.
At 3:00 AM, the sound of heavy tires crunching on gravel broke the silence.
Josie sprinted down the staircase, throwing open the front doors before the bodyguards could stop her.
Constantine stepped out of the bullet-riddled SUV, covered in soot and blood that didn't seem to be his own.
He looked exhausted, his usually immaculate hair messy and his face bruised.
When he saw Josie standing on the porch, a weary smile broke through his harsh features.
He walked up the steps and pulled her into a fierce, desperate kiss.
It tasted like ash, rain, and raw relief.
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"It is done," he murmured against her lips.
"They will never threaten my family again."
