Page 74 of Betraying the Mafia Boss

I nod. “How’s the baby.”

He smiles and sits on the chair beside my bed. “Babies. They’re fine.”

I scrunch up my nose. “Babies? There’s two of them?”

Vincent smiles so wide that I find it infectious. He’s never smiled that widely before. “Yes, we’re having two babies.”

Happy tears prickle my eyes. “And my Nana?”

A new voice breaks through the stillness that hangs in the air for a moment after my question—a voice filled with love and concern, a voice I know all too well.

“Isa,” Naomi says, her eyes brimming with tears as she wheels my grandmother to the side of my bed. “Oh, thank heavens, dear, you're awake.”

She’s careful not to irritate my wound as she hugs me. “Do you know how scared I was? You were unconscious and I couldn’t even stay by your side because Mr. Loverboy here claimed you all to himself.” She playfully glares at Vincent and I chuckle.

“It’s good to see you again, Naomi. I missed you.”

She pulls back. “I missed you too but guess who missed you more.” We both crane our necks to my Nana.

Nana raises her hand to touch my face. “My sweet child. I missed you so much.”

Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes as I take in her familiar face, her gentle touch soothing against the ache in my chest. “Grandma,” I whisper, my voice choked with emotion as I reach out to take her hand. “I’d never have forgiven myself if anything happened to you.”

Her grey eyes crinkle as she smiles, the corners of her mouth wrinkling. “You saved me, Isabella,” she says, her voice filled with gratitude. “You, Vincent and his brothers—they risked everything to bring me back to you.”

“Look who is awake,” Marcus says. He enters the room with Dominic, Elena, and Jane. “You took a bullet just to stay unconscious for three days. How tough of you.”

I grin. “Are you teasing me right now?”

“You need some proper training in combat. Grow a little muscle here and there, and a bullet will be no more than a scratch.”

Right, I never even got the chance to learn how to fight or use a gun before all of this happened. I’ve even gotten so used to the brothers that I don’t mind having Marcus or Dominic teach me how to fight. “Dominic, why don’t you teach me how to fight?”

Dominic’s brow quirks. “I will, but only after you give birth to the babies. You’ve been through a lot and the doctor advised we keep you away from anything stressful.”

I raise my pinky finger. “Promise you’ll teach me?”

A cocky smile lifts the corner of his lips and he links his pinkie with mine. “I promise.”

Elena and Jane sit on the edge of my bed. “Don’t ever jump in front of a bullet again. I swear I almost died when I heard you’d gotten yourself shot,” Elena says, her voice blended with anger and concern.

“I won’t.”

Jane touches my arm lightly. “You did so good. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you,” I say, my voice trembling with emotion as I meet their gazes. “Thank you for saving my grandma, for bringing her back to me. Thank you for treating me as if I’m family.”

“You are family,” Dominic says. “And family look out for each other.”

“Which brings us to one more thing.” Elena winks at Vincent.

The girls leave the bed and Naomi wheels my Nana to where everyone else is standing.

Vincent drops to one knee next to my bed and Dante walks in with a bouquet of red roses. He really looks like he was forced to do it and I can’t help but laugh—well, almost laugh. I can’t bring myself to laugh when I’m so dazed.

“What are you doing?” I ask nervously.

Vincent holds the roses out to me. When I take them, he removes a ring box from his pocket and opens it. “I’m not good with words, Isa—”

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