Epilogue

Romeo – Four Months Later

I move the Andrews folder to the side, and sigh, plopping my pen down, my eyes going to the clock.

Fuck’s sake, it’s only one in the afternoon.

I sigh, again; I miss my wife and son.

He’s just over four months old and can sit on his own. The bigger he gets, the more like me he looks.

He’s fucking perfect, and I just wish El would allow us to have another one.

I want several kids with her, and now that Holly is pregnant, much to Leonardo’s dismay, it’s made me want her pregnant again.

Stupid? Yeah, do I care? No….

The more babies El has, the less chance she’ll leave me because, let’s face it, I know I’ll do something to piss her off at some point.

My eyes go to the pictures on my desk, and I smile. I’ve added to them since last year. Several are scattered across the surface; one of Luca smiling wide at the camera as he sits on his own, one of my wife and son at the beach in the Hamptons, one of the whole family at the barbeque last week—the number of pictures grows, but I don’t mind.

I sigh at the barbeque photo. We were celebrating Liliya’s birthday.

I wasn’t keen on it—well, no one was, really, not even her father—but El demanded it. She said Agy could rot in hell, but she wanted to celebrate the life of the sister she was before everything changed.

According to Anastasia, after El was taken, Liliya blamed herself and got it in her head that she was the worst of the worst. She went from a child who was grateful to have two loving parents, to a spoilt brat, demanding attention.

In her mind, El never should have been taken. She needed psychological help, and instead of getting it, her mother overcompensated, creating the monster she became.

My phone rings and I grab it, chuckling when I see it’s Leonardo.

“Yes?” I answer.

He growls, “I’m leaving. Hol has an appointment to see how far along she is and wants me there.”

I grin. “And here I thought you’d be excited….”

He huffs. “We both know I didn’t want this yet, Romeo…”

I wince. “Don’t let your wife hear you saying that shit, fratello . You knew she was going to punish you for kidnapping her; this is it, and if her hormones are anything like El’s was, God fucking help you.”

He groans, “But I just wanted a little time with me and her before we had kids….”

I shrug despite him not seeing me, and say, “Well, she wanted her revenge, Leo, and she got it.”

He grumbles, “Why couldn’t Maya do this? Why did it have to be my wife?”

I laugh. “Because Maya isn’t ready for kids yet, and Antonio is happy with however long she wants to wait.”

He groans again before hanging up, and I laugh, putting my phone down.

The idiot.

We were all wondering when Holly would get her revenge on Leonardo. Years he fucked around while trying to pursue her, wondering why she wouldn’t just give in—all while hurting her. He kidnapped her and forced her to marry him.

Having a baby now instead of two years from now is her revenge, but I know once he hears the heartbeat, he’s going to be one happy fucker.

I know I was.

I smile a little and grab the next folder. The sooner I get this done, the sooner I can get home. All the illegal businesses are good; there’s no rat to deal with and no mafia business needing attention, which means my whole focus will be on El and Luca.

I’ve nearly completed all the accounting documents when my office door opens suddenly, and I growl, ready to hit whoever interrupted me, only to grin wide when I see who’s barged in.

I lean back. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you to knock?” I ask.

Elena grins wide, walking my way, her yellow sundress, swishing with her movement.

I push away from my desk when she nears and grab her hips as she straddles my lap before I grip her long, white-blonde hair, bringing her face to mine.

I kiss her hard, and she instantly opens for me as I push my tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers.

I groan as she moans, and I hold her tighter to me, her tits pushing against my chest.

Slowly, she breaks the kiss, pecking my lips a few times, making me smile. I rub my nose against hers and ask, “To what do I owe this pleasure, farfalla , and which grandparent stole our son?”

She grins. “School was half-day today, and I wanted to see you, and he’s with our mothers.”

I chuckle, not surprised. My mamma and hers spend at least an hour a day with Luca if she’s not working, wanting their time, and last month was the first time El allowed her mother to watch him on her own.

She’d returned to work, but to my dismay, Anastasia volunteered to watch him, along with my mother.

They take turns or sometimes watch him together.

It took a lot for El to allow her near him. She hasn’t fully forgiven her mother, and I don’t think she ever will, but so far, Anastasia has proven to be an amazing babushka . I know it can’t be easy for El. Her mother is treating our son how she wished she treated her, but she’s pushing through for our son, showing everyone how truly kind her heart is.

Her eyes glisten as she wraps her arms around my neck, and I tilt my head, and ask, “What’s wrong, El?”

She smiles and whispers, “I don’t want to take my emotions out on you; I don’t want to keep accusing you of something I’ve let go of….”

I frown, gripping her hair tightly. “What do you mean? You haven’t accused me of anything for the months. I mean, the last time was when your hormones were all over the place, and you were….”

My words trail off, my eyes widening in shock, and she shrugs. “I noticed this morning that I was late. I took four tests today, and all of them were positive. I booked an appointment for five today. I was hoping?—”

I cut her off, slamming my mouth to hers, making her giggle against my lips.

Her arms wrap tighter around my neck, and I groan as she pushes her tongue into my mouth, her hips moving against my cock, which has gone rock fucking solid.

I groan when she breaks the kiss, which causes her to chuckle.

I nip her lip and rasp, “Not even a gun to my head can keep me away from that appointment.” She grins, gripping my hair, and I admit, “I was going to switch your birth control tonight….”

She laughs, throwing her head back, making me grin before I latch onto her neck, sucking a little. She moans, and I move my hand to my slacks, undoing them before removing my hard cock, my piercing pulling at the need to be inside her.

I go to her panties, making her look at me, lust shining in those violet eyes of hers.

I feel her soaked panties, and I moan, hooking my finger in them and tearing the fabric, before throwing them across the room.

I grab my cock, squeezing it, and I ask, “Did you lock the door, farfalla ?”

Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head, mumbling, “Shit,” trying to climb off me, but I stop her, gripping her hip with my left hand, my right guiding my cock to her entrance, and I trust up, making her gasp loudly.

“Romeo, the door,” she moans, and I grin.

“Well, you better come quick then, before we’re interrupted….”

Her pupils dilate at my words, and the vision of her tied to the table at the sex club we opened hits me.

We’ve been several times, bringing out a side of her she never knew she had, including one of nearly getting caught.

It fucking thrills her, and makes me hard.

She slams her lips against mine, and I kiss her back just as hard as she moves her hips.

I meet her with each thrust, her greedy cunt sucking me in.

I shove my tongue into her mouth, moaning and groaning at how amazing she feels. It doesn’t matter how many times we’re like this, whether it is fast, slow, or kinky; it always feels like the first time with her.

My wife took over my whole world all those years ago in that café, and I’ll never regret pursuing her.

She’s my fucking life, my universe.

She gasps as I hit her G-spot, throwing her head back. “Rome….”

I breathe heavily, moving my hand between us, my thumb finding her clit, and I rub hard. “That’s it, El, come for me, flood my fucking cock.”

She screams as I pinch her clit hard, her cunt squeezing me so tight it feels like my cock is going to fall off.

I groan at the wetness flooding my slacks and thrust two more times before stilling, my cum painting her walls as she falls against my chest, her head going to my neck.

I wrap my arms around her, not removing my cock, refusing to, knowing we’ll go again on my desk in ten minutes.

“I love you, Romeo…” she whispers, her breath tickling my skin. I grin wide, pulling her hair back to make her look at me.

“I love you, too, farfalla ,” I reply, making her smile. Then I continue, “Now, let’s practice for baby No.3, shall we?”

She laughs, and I slam my lips against hers, standing with her in my arms, my cock still inside her as I brush all the paperwork off my desk, laying her on top of it, doing as promised.

We practice for baby No.3 again and again, making her orgasm four more times, before we leave for the doctor, where they confirm that not only was she pregnant with baby No.2 but also No.3, making my fucking day.

The woman consumes me, and I’ll never fucking take her for granted again.