From then on the erotica is over. After a daring escape assisted by his new lover's trusted retinue, in which the assassins are themselves dispatched, they flee to the U.S. and go into hiding for the rest of their lives at a cabin somewhere within driving distance of Los Angeles. After many years, on one of their few visits to the local community, they both contract some unspecified disease and die — end of story.
This very short erotic book left me with the impression that it was produced by someone with ADHD. The story wasn't developed properly; the characters weren't fleshed out; the text wasn't proofread; and it suddenly transitioned from erotica to a lame wrap-up as if the author got bored with the whole thing and wanted to end it. My advice to Mr. Antonucci would be to give up on writing if he's not willing to give it his full effort; and, if he does stick with it, please avail himself of the services of an editor and a publisher.