Page 75 of Born into Sin

I laugh while I type out a response.

I like you sticky, principessa, and you didn’t drive home. You drove away from it. Be careful and text me often. I love you. And, yes, sweetheart, they’ll learn to accept us because I’m not going to give them a choice. I refuse to let you go.

I’m walking down the stairs to meet my cousins when her reply comes in.

I love you too. I’ll text when I get there. Be careful, Dominic. Don’t you dare get yourself hurt because of me.

It would be worth it, principessa.

After I send the last message, I pocket my phone and follow the loud Italian coming from the kitchen. When I walk in, I see Dario and Sandro sitting at the island and a smiling Lucia dishing them out huge plates of food. She turns her smile on me and I feel a stab of guilt about sneaking off to Mama Sofia’s last night.

She hands me a plate of pasta and pats my cheek. “Don’t worry. She’ll be back.” Then she gives me a knowing wink and walks off to get the freshly baked bread out of the oven. Apparently I’m shit at hiding how I feel about Natalya. The woman has ruined my poker face.

Sandro laughs and pulls off a hunk of bread before dipping it in the shallow bowl of olive oil that Lucia’s set out for us. “Just think how happy our dad’s going to be when he hears about this.”

“She’s not Italian,” I remind him.

Sandro just smiles. “He won’t care. He just wants you to have sons.” Then he lets out another laugh and elbows his brother. “He’ll be thrilled when he finds out she’s eighteen. He’ll be expecting no less than ten sons, maybe even more.”

“Jesus,” I groan. I’ve just recently warmed up to the idea of having kids, but that doesn’t mean I want my family planning out her pregnancies.

“Thanks, cousin,” Dario says. “You just took the pressure off of us.”

“Yeah, he did.” Sandro laughs while Lucia shakes her head at us.

“You boys should all be having big families. This house should be filled with children.” She gives me a pointed look. “I’m not getting any younger.”

I smile and kiss the top of her head. “I’ll do my best, Lucia.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will,” she mutters, making us all laugh. With one last look around, she makes sure we have everything we could possibly need and then fixes a plate for Dr. Bianchi, adding a plate for herself at the last minute. When I lift a brow at her, she says, “I’m giving you privacy so you can talk business.”

“That’s very kind of you,” I tell her, and I give her just enough of a smile to let her know I’m on to her game.

“I thought so,” she says with a grin, feigning innocence and adding extra bread to the tray before picking it up and walking out the door.

Once she’s gone, I pull up the texts from Vitaly that have come in and read them while we eat.

“So what’s the plan?” Dario finally asks, running out of patience.

“Vitaly’s sent me a list of places in our territory where the Zolotov Bratva has been spotted. Looks like we’ll be paying a few visits tonight and trying to flush them out. I want everyone on this. I want this finished and done with.”

Sandro smiles and raises his glass. “And then you can get your girl back and start working on those babies.”

I don’t bother telling him that there’s a good chance one is already on the way. If not now, then soon, because filling Natalya with my cum is my new favorite thing, and I can’t see myself giving that up anytime soon. Already desperate to be back inside her, I put all my focus on getting everything ready for tonight. I don’t want to be separated from her any longer than I have to be.

Chapter 14

Natalya

“Tell me everything, and I mean every damn detail.”

I look over at Svetlana’s grinning face and laugh while I collapse onto the bed. Walking away from Dominic was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and then I had to lie to my family and act like it didn’t bother me to leave him, which I really hate doing. I’d packed my bags and then we’d spent hours driving around and making sure there was no way in hell we were being followed before heading out to the farmhouse. I’m exhausted and all I want to do is sleep, but my best friend is making it very clear that I won’t be getting any rest until I’ve told her everything.

“Your dad knows,” I tell her, figuring I might as well start with a bang, just not the one she’s expecting to hear about.

Her mouth drops open. “What? How?”

I groan and feel my face heat up. After Dominic told me what had happened, I briefly saw my Uncle Vitaly, but it was long enough for him to give me a look that clearly said you and I are going to be having a talk very soon.

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