Salvatore – Kings of Chaos Read Online Lena Little

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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
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“May I steal Silver for a dance?” I ask politely.

“Of course, son,” he says with fatherly pride as he steps away from his daughter. “Now, don’t get too tuckered out. It’s a long-standing tradition in our house that the boys have to have their one-on-one behind a bottle of whiskey. And I’m counting on you honoring the tradition.”

“Old Buck?” I raise a brow and scoff at the realization that his gun’s name, Bucky, must’ve come from his favorite bottle of liquor.

“There’s my boy.” He pats me on the back as he passes.

I take Silver’s hands in mine, and we dance to a song in mostly silence, apart from a giggle or two from her at my lack of coordination.

“You look beautiful today,” I say, in the pause of the DJ changing songs.

“With talk like that, I’d think you were trying to get under my dress, Mr. Lione.” Silver lifts herself onto her toes and presses a delicate kiss on the tip of my nose.

“Am I that easy to read?” I chuckle as I sway with her once more, even before the music begins to play.

“You are, and that’s what I love about you.”

“Well, I love you too. So fucking much.” It feels amazing to say those words out loud.

And I will say it over and over again until the day I die.

EXTENDED EPILOGUE

SILVER

Three Years Later

“Order up,” Salvatore calls from the kitchen as the sound of a plate strikes the metal divider between the kitchen and my counter. “Two Early Bird specials and a bowl of porridge, ready to go.”

“You know you don’t have to announce our breakfast, right?” I burst out laughing as I get a look at my husband through the hole in the wall.

“How am I going to get my practice in if I don’t do it when the diner’s empty?” He cleans his hands on a pristine white dishcloth hanging over his shoulder.

“By doing it when the diner’s busy,” I tease, allowing myself the indulgence of checking out his ass while he walks to the rotating doors that lead back to the front of the shop.

“Daddy,” Sylvia, our daughter, shouts at the sight of Salvatore coming into view. “I drew you a picture.”

She runs to Salvatore, and he catches her, hoisting her high into the air before inspecting the picture.

“It’s Mommy, Daddy, and me,” Sylvia says, pointing at each of us on the page.

“And who’s this?” Salvatore turns to point at a strange lump of brown standing next to Sylvia on the page.

“That’s our puppy,” she announces triumphantly, believing that if it’s on the page, it will come true.

Salvatore and I both laugh, and he pulls me into their hug. “We’ll have to convince your momma of it first, but who am I to say no? Look how happy he is.”

I giggle against his chest, observing the picture once more. Three stick figures, all smiles in the sunshine, with a square-blocked house behind.

When we met in this diner all those years ago, I never thought my life would turn out like this. Happiness and a family felt like a dream that only other people had the fortune of living.

Yet, here we stand. With a daughter in our arms and Salvatore having dropped his old life behind him for the simpler side of running a diner in the middle of nowhere.

“I love you,” I say, feeling the warm sting of a tear flooding my eyelids.

Sylvia is the first to answer. “I love you more.”

Salvatore’s turn comes with a gentle squeeze on my shoulder. “And I love you both most.”

The End

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