"Hey, that's not true," Luci drags her hand down Xanxus' cheek for flair before he spins her out. She turns back in, wrapping her arm around herself as she curls into Xanxus' arms.

"I'll dance with you whenever, wherever. That's a promise."

Somehow that feels like the right thing to say. She can't imagine saying goodbye to Xanxus, job or not, mafia or not.