#Chapter72 Epilogue
1 Year Later
Moscow, Russia
/"We all are bound somewhere with someone. The more we try to go away the more we find ourselves entangled with our own needs./"
/"You should be a writer instead of a mafia,/" Nicolas spoke while looking at Myra.
/"And you should be a romantic lover boy instead of an asshole,/" Myra replied.
/"It hurts. Oops./" Nicolas faked an expression of pain while speaking.
/"Shut up man./"
/"Get your ass up girl. We are heading to Sicily. It's your brother's anniversary after all./" Nicolas laughed while speaking.
They were having breakfast and the word fight always happens at the breakfast table only. For the past 1 year, it became their habit. Finishing their breakfast Myra and Nicolas walked towards their private jet.
/"Goodbye Russia./" Myra waved once the jet left the land.
Sicily, Italy