The Boss’s Runaway (Possessive Kingpins)
The Boss’s Runaway: Epilogue

My heels clicked and echoed down the hall, as I walked toward the courtroom at the bottom. A guard saluted me, and I smiled at him. I hadn’t long left of walking in heels like these and a pencil skirt and I intended to use every single second.

I entered the courtroom, and spied my client, looking around for me.

“I’m here, Natasha, I apologize for being late. I still have a touch of morning sickness,” I told her, as I sat down. The slender eighteen-year-old nodded, biting her lip. I could tell that tears were only a second away. I wrapped my hand around hers.

“Today, you say goodbye to your husband, forever, ok? If you cry, if should be happy tears.”

“Ok, I just don’t know what we’ll do if I lose,” she muttered. I straightened my folders and shrugged. I knew exactly what I’d do. I’d ask my husband to make sure her abusive husband disappeared on dark, New York city night, and was never seen again. One way or another, my client wasn’t going back to him.

“So, we won’t lose,” I reassured her, and smiled, before standing when the judge entered.

Hours later, I slid into the discreet and heavily secured town car sitting at the curb for me.

“I hear congratulations are in order,” Jae’s voice wrapped around me, and then he was there, tugging me into his arms.

“It wasn’t a difficult case, the asshole was clearly guilty.”

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart.” He leaned in and caught my chin and kissed me, holding me still so he could plunder my mouth, turning the kiss from hot to sizzling.

“Jae, stop, we need to get ready for dinner at your parents.” His parents had finally forgiven us for the mess when we started our relationship and it had helped that Jae’s father had laid most of the blame on his brother. Song Seo Jun had been exiled to South Korea, and never allowed to return. Despite that, I still didn’t want to rock the body with them. Family was important to Jae, even if he didn’t realize it.

“They won’t mind if we’re late, in the name of creating an heir for the Song family,” he muttered, moving his lips around to my ear and sucking on the lobe.

“I’m already pregnant,” I reminded him.

“They don’t know that,” he pointed out, which was far enough. We’d waited until I was nearly five months to tell.

“They will when we announce it tonight,” I said. He sighed, a long, suffering sound.

“I want you,” he muttered, as he pulled back and I turned to rest my head against his shoulder.

“And you’ll have me… later.”

“I’m rethinking this whole legal career thing. You’re far too independent,” he muttered making me laugh.

“Well, when the baby comes, I’ll be home all the time,”

“Yes, I can’t fucking wait,” he growled at me, I let out a happy sigh, tired, but fulfilled. You might think a mafia boss’s wife wouldn’t make a good lawyer, but I was an ace at the job. Moreover, the Songs and Lucianos milked the free legal advice aspect whenever they could. As for cases, I mostly worked pro-bono on cases for minors or women who couldn’t afford a good lawyer to represent them. I’d found my life’s calling, defending the little guy. I knew Jae admired my dedication to the work. He’d finally found a way to reconcile his feelings of guilt and wickedness over his job, by supporting me with mine.

He took from the world, and I gave back. We balanced each other.

“In a few weeks, I’m going to shut you up safe and sound at home,” Jae murmured, lacing his fingers throw mine and kisses a kiss against the back on my hand.

“For a while, anyway.”

“Fuck, I hate your job,” he growled at me, but he wasn’t that mad. He knew that came first for me, and above all, he’d never stop me doing something I loved.

“But you love it when I’m happy,” I reminded him. He nodded, conceding that point. I snuggled into him, musing about the day. “Though, now I think about it, I don’t know how I’ve never come to a case where someone has tried to blackmail you with my safety.”

“Who says you haven’t?”

I jolted and gazed up at him. “What?”

Jae grinned, running his hand up and down my arm, enjoying the feeling of my skin against his. This man who had hated to be touched. Well, he hadn’t changed this much, he still hated to be touched, just not by me. “Just think of it like this. You’ve never had a case where limits of what I’d do for you has been tested.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning… you always get the bad guy, one way or another.”

I should care more than my mobster husband was cleaning up lowlifes who attempted to get their cases thrown out, but I didn’t. Jae’s world was my world, and I understood the rules.

“Or you do,” I added.

His mouth lifted in a smirk. “Same difference. You help people, and I make sure you’re free to do that. Now climb up here, on my lap and kiss your husband. It’s been six fucking hours since I last kissed you, and I’m done waiting.”

I swung my leg across his, and he pulled me carefully on to him, steadying my hips and pressing up against him, groaning softly into my mouth.

“You’ve got ten minutes before we get to dinner… let’s see what you’ve got, boss man.”

Jae smiled against my lips. “I thought you’d never ask.” Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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