MAFIA QUEEN

CHAPTER 19- Never be the same the end

Gwen couldn’t stop thinking about Lewis. She found herself talking to herself like an i***t, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thoughts she didn’t want to admit aloud. But despite everything, Luke’s presence always lingered in her mind. She missed him so intensely that nothing in her life felt the same without him. Every smile, every touch from Lewis, every lesson he gave, only reminded her of the life she had once had with Luke.

She held back hard. She could let herself feel for others, even care, but she couldn’t truly fall for Lewis — not in the way she had loved Luke. Still, day after day, they shared kisses, small touches, moments meant to relieve stress. For Gwen, these kisses were a mix of love, longing, and escape — a fragile way to hold herself together when the world seemed unbearably heavy.

But life, as she had learned, never let her rest. Even the people closest to you could be dangerous. And Matteo — the one she had trusted for years — was the enemy she hadn’t realized was already inside her circle. He had been working for her enemy all along, pretending loyalty, feeding her secrets, and quietly leaking every plan she made.

It didn’t take long for Lewis to notice. One night, Gwen was sitting on his lap, fingers tangled in his hair, lips pressed to his neck in that familiar, stressed-out kiss. She was lost in the moment, but Lewis’s sharp instincts snapped him back to reality.

Gwen: “What is it?” she slurred, drunk and careless, her body still leaning against him.

Lewis: “There’s an enemy.” His voice was calm but firm.

Gwen frowned, trying to focus through the haze of alcohol. “What do you mean?”

He pulled her off his lap gently but with authority, locking his gaze onto hers. “Matteo… he is fishy.”

Gwen blinked, her mind too muddled to process fully. The stress, the alcohol, the tension from the past years — it all washed over her, and she instinctively leaned into him again, caressing his face, needing the comfort. This time, Lewis didn’t stop her. They spent the night together, bodies close, desperate, a momentary escape from the danger looming over them.

Morning came slowly. Gwen woke in Lewis’s arms, a bitter taste in her mouth. It wasn’t Luke; it wasn’t the warmth she had once known. She gently slid out of bed, muscles sore, heart heavy, and went to check on her son.

Gwen: “My head… hurts,” she muttered, voice soft, almost fragile.

She walked to Jaden’s room and froze. It was empty. Her heart thudded violently. Panic surged through her body. Her son — her baby — was gone. She shook, frantically looking around, calling his name.

Gwen: “He… he’s no… where…?” Her voice cracked, trembling with raw fear.

Lewis bolted upright at her scream, grabbing his weapon instinctively, eyes scanning the room with razor-sharp focus. He found her in the child’s room, hands shaking as she searched frantically.

Lewis: “I think I know who did this.”

Gwen: “Who?!” Her voice was frantic, tears welling in her eyes.

He remained silent for a moment, watching her panic, letting the weight of it all sink in.

Gwen: “WHO!?” Her voice rose, almost breaking.

Lewis: “Matteo.”

Gwen’s body tensed immediately. “How do you know?”

Lewis: “I told you last night… he was fishy. But you were too drunk to listen.”

Without hesitation, Gwen grabbed her weapon. Her hands shook, but her grip was firm, precise. She didn’t hesitate — Matteo had taken her son, her safety, everything she loved. But Lewis stopped her, hand on hers, grounding her.

Lewis: “We need a plan. I know you’re angry… but a plan is always better.”

They worked quickly, meticulously, tracing Matteo’s movements, anticipating his actions. When they finally located him, Gwen didn’t hesitate. She ended his life without letting him speak, without giving him the chance to beg. She was cold, ruthless, precise. But even as she pulled the trigger, a part of her shattered inside.

It was over. But it wasn’t over. Her son, Jaden, was gone. Luke… everything she had loved… everything she had fought for… felt ripped from her. The world had left her with nothing but pain and rage.

She threw herself into her training, day and night, feeding on anger and sorrow, sharpening herself into a weapon. She sought the greatest enemy Luke had never found, learning every weakness, every secret, every opportunity. And when the time came, she seduced him, and killed him with a grim satisfaction. Revenge had been hers.

Through it all, she and Lewis remained friends. She refused to let herself love her husband’s brother. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Lewis accepted it quietly, and their connection remained professional but taut with unspoken respect and the faintest shadow of what might have been.

Then, one day, as she was returning to Lewis after another mission, she saw someone in the living room. Her breath caught. Her heart stopped.

It was him. Luke.

She froze, unable to comprehend. Her mind screamed. How?

Lewis simply smiled, quietly leaving them alone, as if he already understood what was about to happen.

Luke turned to her. No words were needed. She reached out, touching his face lightly, as if he were fragile as a feather, afraid that he might vanish again. But he was real.

Gwen: “H-how?” Her voice trembled, barely a whisper.

Luke: “I was about to be buried… but then I breathed. The doctors… I went into a coma. Eventually… I woke up. I’m okay now.” His hand stayed on her cheek, warm, real, grounding.

Gwen’s eyes overflowed with tears. She threw herself into his arms, holding him as if she could never let go. The years of pain, loss, and longing poured out in that embrace.

They stayed like that, holding each other, hearts beating together, finally home.

In the days and months that followed, they stopped the dangerous work that had once consumed them. They built a new life together, secure and peaceful. They started businesses, amassed wealth, and focused on their family.

They gave birth to three beautiful children, filling the house with laughter, love, and warmth. And Lewis? He found someone who truly loved him, someone who matched him in strength and heart.

For Gwen and Luke, the nightmare had ended. And now, finally, after years of loss and pain, they lived — truly lived — together, happily, surrounded by love and the family they had fought so hard to protect.