[Juliette’s POV]“Juliette,” Ralph breathed. “Don’t,” I interjected, then pulled myself up to look at him. He was no longer smiling. His fierce gaze was back. We stared into each other's eyes for another long while, searching for answers that were only for the hypothetical, until he sat up and gently cupped my face with his strong, large palms. Bringing his face close to mine, he whispered firmly, “Being a Mafia taught me something–life is not fiction. If it was, then I wanted nothing more than to go away with you.” He wiped a tear that had spilled from the corner of my eye and took my lips for a brief kiss. When he pulled back, I murmured with a sad smile, “But life’s not a novel….” He shook his head at me. “We’ve got other lives to take care of. You got yours….” He swallowed and exhaled, “And I’ve got mine.” He lowered his gaze to my fingers resting on his lap and slotted his through mine before adding, “We didn’t start out as Mafia, Juliette.” “‘Virtus’... refers to ‘valour’
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