One year later. (End)

Your eyes are closed. You hear the calm lapping of the waves and distant gulls. You feel the caressing coastal breeze.

"That's it...feel the energy...let the sun warm you...feel the earth support you...all is one..."

"Blabble, blubble, pbbubbbubbub." You feel drool on your leg.

Laughing you open your eyes and look down at your son. He sits in the hollow of your crossed legs. He looks up at you with his remarkable blue-green eyes. "blabble...blabble...blooble..."

You take a sniff. "Whoof! Okay, we're done. I think Joey got a little too relaxed."

Melanie laughs as she steps up from her mat. "Let me take him Daddy." She grabs her child and heads to the bags of baby supplies piled nearby.

You stand up and stretch. You look over the beach area and beyond to the cerulean Mediterranean and blue sky above. It was such a perfect day, warm with a nice breeze off the sea.

The coastal villa in the South of Spain had been Natali's idea. After getting yourself and Melanie patched up you had hidden out for a few hours at Mama Raeni's house. Ben had followed his instructions to the letter, passports, cash and other important things were waiting for you at a rental locker near the airport. Your private jet ferried you safely away. You all now lived under false names. Your idea that you having taken on Vincent's identity had in the end created a third life turned out to be quite literally true.

The blaze that consumed the Calabrese mansion made the news, as did the disappearance of the mob boss and his family. You, Natali, Soo-yin, and Murray had done your best but you knew the deception was far from perfect, a determined investigator might be able to eventually track you down if they cared to. The mob scene in your old city was thrown into turmoil by the power vacuum, so hopefully that would keep the cops busy.

You had left a significant sum of money behind for Rosa. You hoped Joey's child would grow up only hearing about what a noble man his father had been.

You look around your sun dappled villa. At your fucked up family.

Mama Raeni and Ben were near the house standing over the smoking barbecue arguing about something. They were still with you as staff, but it was far more cordial than simply being employees now. Mama still cooked and looked after everyone. Ben was doing odd jobs and going to school at nights. You had hoped Ben and Melanie would strike something up, but it wasn't to be. The complete lack of interest by Melanie made it impossible to get going and then the pregnancy killed that possibility dead.

Nearby Caitlin was currently doing her best to teach Soo-yin the intricacies of lawn darts. "No! Underhand! Underhand! You're going to kill someone that way!" Soo-yin looked out of place on the beach in her black jeans, black boots, black sunglasses and black sleeveless shirt. But you knew she had never been happier. She had opened up to you a lot over the past year, though there were still secrets behind those dark eyes. You never asked about what had happened with Louis, but you knew he would never cause you a problem ever again. Caitlin was completely devoted to her partner, though still struggled to satisfy the Korean's deepest needs. From time to time you would step in to give a helping hand...with Natali's blessing.

Your eyes hover over Melanie. She had healed up well but you worried so much about her. She lived in a permanent state of denial. You had eventually explained to her who you really were and she simply didn't care. To her you were her new and improved Daddy, all the love with none of the murdering of her mother. You loved her deeply and were more than happy to be her father. You had figured out, obviously, that she hadn't been on the pill and that the condom was likely sabotaged. She insisted on keeping the baby and you didn't fight it. You kept trying to encourage her to go out and meet some men, but she wasn't interested. Besides, she was far too busy with the infant at the moment. This was something you still had to deal with. Despite everything she was a good mom and a good daughter.

Natali lay on a beach chair, sunning her magnificent body. The thing with Melanie had caused some ripples, but the two of you were far too in love for anything to stand between you. You had a deep and abiding happiness with her you thought only existed in storybooks. She was your lover, your soulmate, your partner in all things. You had finally actually gotten married in a small private ceremony a few months back.

Looking around you take stock. The former maid and mistress, now a kept woman to a lesbian sadomasochistic killer. The cold deadly assassin turned loyal friend, protector, and dungeon buddy. The daughter-mother who had hired a hit on her own father before getting pregnant by the man she thought was him. The baby who's Dad was also his Granddad, yet no **** had taken place. The Russian former trophy wife of a mobster who accepted all this madness in stride. And you, the average guy who had gotten caught up in a most extraordinary sequence of events. You shake your head once more. What a fucked up family.

You couldn't believe that this had all happened due to a simple case of mistaken identity.