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I trailed off, not wanting to spoil the moment.

“We’ll remember here and now,” she murmured. “I have never seen you look at anyone the way you look at Jetmir.”

I laughed through my tears. “Don’t get me wrong, Jetmir can drive me crazy too.”

Mama chuckled. “Hello, have you met your papa?”

I snorted and we both laughed while the loves of our lives looked over at us, wondering what could possibly be so funny.

The world seemed to have fallen back into place, and everything would have been perfect if Elira weren’t in danger.

“I hope Elira is okay,” I rasped.

I didn’t know her well, but I knew how much she meant to Jetmir and Amara, and the thought of losing her—of watching them suffer if something happened to her—cast a shadow over what should have been a perfect moment.

“Don’t worry, your papa and your husband will make sure Elira is okay,” Mama said, reading the concern on my face. She knew me well. “Now, we’re working together and together we’ll get her back.”

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

JETMIR

As I stood in front of my father-in-law, I’m pretty sure he wanted to pull out his gun and shoot me. Thankfully, he resisted the urge.

Anya’s father wasn’t exactly fond of me, and that was the understatement of the century. His continuous glares promised bodily harm if I so much stepped out of line. But I couldn’t be bothered because my wife chose me and not him.

“I will tolerate you,” he grunted, “for my wife’s and daughter’s sake. However, one mistake and⁠—”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll kill me.”

He gave his head a subtle shake, and muttered Spanish curses under her breath. He also asked God what he did to deserve a son-in-law like me. I was pretty sure he didn’t mean it as a compliment, but I took it as one anyway.

An extra bonus… he referred to me as a son-in-law.

The day just kept on giving.

“I’m assuming your mother knows that Elira is with the Triad,” my father-in-law asked.

I winced, but immediately schooled my features. “No, Sir.”

“Don’t call me ‘Sir.’ It’s too impersonal for my… for Anya’s husband.”

“Are you suggesting I call you… dad?”

“Not in your wildest dreams.”

“Papa then?” He glared at me. “Fine, fine. Just Raphael then.”

“Much better.”

I glanced over at my wife. She stood with her mama by the cliffs, the two hugging each other. I was glad Anya’s mama came. Kian was right, my wife needed her family and I was a selfish bastard to keep her away from them. But no more. Yes, she was mine, but I would make sure she had time to spend with them too.

“Anyhow, you should probably call her and inform her of it.” Raphael’s voice pulled my attention back to the matter at hand. “I’m guessing she won’t be happy.”

“No, she won’t be.”

He nodded. “Well, let’s figure out what we need to do to ensure your sister is safe and back, then you can inform your mother. I’m sure she’ll have some recommendations.”

I nodded, and we got to work to ensure our families were protected. Above everything else, that was our priority.