VIDAL

EPILOGUE

New York had finally started to feel like home. Camilla no longer kept an apartment of her own. The lease had been up for months now, and she hadn't hesitated to let it go. She belonged somewhere else now—with Enzo. The penthouse, once feeling like a temporary arrangement, was now undeniably hers too.

Work had settled into something familiar, even enjoyable. The chaos of the past months had slowly been replaced by normalcy. Well, her version of normal. Enzo was no longer in the business of killing.

Instead, he was using his skills for something else—training fighters, bodyguards, men who wanted to learn how to defend themselves. He still had power, still had influence, but his hands were cleaner than they'd been in years.

And for Camilla, that was enough.

She let out a sigh as she step