Third-Person POV
For the first time in years, Aiden Creek was at peace.
No wars to fight. No enemies lurking in the shadows. No betrayals waiting to strike.
Just him, his wife, and their daughter, far away from the chaos that had once consumed their lives.
The past year had been a quiet one.
Kane was nothing more than a ghost now, cast out and forgotten. Hera had been locked away, her screams and lies fading into irrelevance. Don Carlo had finally learned his place, stepping back and allowing Aiden to take full control of the Creek empire.
And Vincent? Well the Russian mafias were left to handle him whatever way they chose.
And now…
It was time to live.
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The long awaited Paris trip, has now happened.