I wanted to show you this before I gave it to your mother. Consider it your divorce present. Worick waltzed into your house with a briefcase, which he set down on the table in front of you, getting your attention and then signing to you. He had to sign out the word divorce. There was no way he or you would have known it.

What the FUCK? You signed emphatically. Divorce? What do you mean? Why are you here? Miles will kill you. Daniel will not be happy.

Open it. Worick wasn't smiling, but he was certainly not angry. Just serious.

And after you opened it, you screamed.

"Miles!" You said his name out loud in shock.

He closed the briefcase back up and stood in front of you, holding your shoulders, looking you in the eyes.

Hey. Don't you know it's rude to scream another man's name? Besides, it's not for you anyway. I just wanted to tell you first.

Why? You were still breathing heavily.

Besides the small fact that he was a rat in the Monroe family to the Corsica family, he began as you motioned for him to move along. That was no surprise to you.  I couldn't stand to have you stay with someone who would ever put their hands on you. Not ever again. And honestly, maybe I did want you single again.

And you kissed him. You kissed him without fear. Newly widowed from a man you didn't love, you jumped at the opportunity.

After a few moments of enjoying yourself, Worick gently pushed you back to sign to you.

As much as I'd like to continue this, I'd like to deliver this while it's still fresh. He motioned to the briefcase. Go to Doctor Theo. Nicolas is there. He's hurt. Please go take care of him. And take some bodyguards. I don't know how safe it is yet, but it's certainly a lot safer than it was.

And within just a few minutes, it seemed like Worick had kissed you goodbye and you were left alone to soak in all the news.

Dead, huh? Well, no more having to talk if I don't want to... No more hitting... No more being banned from talking or signing to my friends.

But your face was still wet with tears. After all, how couldn't it be? Your husband had died. And maybe he was a shitty person, but death still bothered you like any normal person. You weren't Worick or Nicolas.

But you were walking with your bodyguards to Nicolas.

When you arrived at the hospital, Nicolas was in bed, drifting in and out of consciousness.

You came? He asked.

Worick killed Miles. He said you were hurt. You signed back crawling into bed. He was a rat.

Nicolas' lips pressed against yours. And his arms wrapped around you and pulled you close as he drifted off to sleep.

Things didn't seem like they would necessarily get easier anytime soon. Chaos still ensued in the city, Worick was off delivering the macabre gift to your mother and only God knew if Nicolas would survive much longer.

But right now, you felt safe. You felt right. And you felt like you finally could breathe.

AN: Thank you for reading! This is the end of our story here and thank you so much for reading! I hope I added a little bit to the small Gangsta fanfic base. Check out my other stories in my library and I hope you all enjoy them as well!