Eddies POV
Sixteen years later
I strolled through the doors of the elevator, loosening my tie, “Anyone home?”
“Kitchen.” Zoe’s voice called out, like a siren calling me in.
The smell of garlic filled the apartment and instantly made my stomach growl as I went in search of my wife. Seventeen years of marriage and two children later, I still was not sick of calling her that. Our marriage wasn’t perfect. I’m sure there were times that she thought I was a possessive asshole, and I thought she was a stubborn woman who couldn’t listen, but we always worked through our issues and came through the other side stronger than ever.
A lot had changed over the years. Max and his family stepped away from the industry and went legit, which meant that my family basically ran everything in New York uno
