The Unstoppable series - Part 4 - FINAL Part
"Champion. Wife. Woman who loved too deeply - and almost lost everything."
In the final chapter of this story, Miriell and Toto are finally free to be together-no masks, no lies, no fear. Under the flash...
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Las Vegas
POV Toto
I stood by the bar, swirling a glass of whiskey in my hand. Across the room, on the dance floor, Miriell was dancing with Lewis—her laughter, light and full of joy, carried over the music and the buzz of conversation. Her dress flowed with every movement, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.
My wife. My love. My life.
"Admiring your wife?" Fred's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
I turned to see him standing beside me, sipping champagne, that familiar ironic glint in his eyes.
"Always," I said, raising my glass and taking a sip. "Especially when she looks like she's fallen in love with life again."
Fred glanced toward Miriell, then nodded.
"It's true. There was a moment I was afraid we might never get her back."
I didn't answer right away. I still remembered that time—the silence she drowned in, the shadows under her eyes, the coldness that clung to her. But we made it through. She made it through.
"You know she's indestructible," I finally said, and Fred smiled softly.
"Only when she's got the right people by her side."
Before I could respond, Günther approached the bar. From a distance, it was clear he wasn't about to miss the chance to make a comment.
"Oh, if it isn't our Austrian Casanova," he smirked, leaning on the bar to order a drink. "Tell me, Toto, are there any places in the world where you haven't had sex? Because honestly, I'm starting to worry my garage might not be safe."
Fred snorted into his glass, and I simply took a calm sip of whiskey.
"I don't know, Günther. Maybe you should run an inspection."
"No, thanks. I've got enough trauma after tonight."
"Oh come on," Fred chuckled. "Wasn't it a romantic expression of their love?"
"Call it what you want, Fred, but I'd be grateful for a decent disinfectant."
I shook my head in amusement, but before I could respond, I suddenly felt the familiar warmth at my side.
"What are you all so passionately discussing?" Miriell asked with a wide smile as she and Lewis joined us.
Günther looked at her, then at me, then rolled his eyes theatrically.
"Restroom hygiene."
Miriell raised an eyebrow and glanced at me questioningly. I shrugged.
