Page 92 of Triplets for the Mafia Prince

Then I turn and head to the kitchen. “Nic,” Bella calls.

“I just want to?—”

“Don’t.” She stands and comes to me.

I narrow my eyes. “What do you know?”

“I don’t know anything except that it’s Christmas and not everything is your business.”

I scowl, but she rubs the spot between my eyes.

“So serious, Don Nardone,” she says.

“Something is going on.”

“I have another Christmas present for you, but it’s at home.” She waggles her brows as she loops her arms around my neck.

“You’re trying to distract me.”

She presses her body close to mine, grinding against my dick. “Is it working?”

Fuck. It is. “Fine. We’re going home. But I get to choose the spot.”

“Can I choose the position?”

Good God, look what I’ve created. “Gia, we’re heading home,” I call out.

Gia comes out of the kitchen, and I study her face, hoping for a clue as to the weirdness of Max. But she’s got a bright smile as she and the kids give us hugs and we say our goodbyes.

In the car heading back to the penthouse, I can’t get the worry about Max out of my head.

“You should choose the car.” Bella says, breaking into my thoughts.

“What?”

“The spot. Choose the car.” The divider is up and the speaker is off. And Bella’s dress is pulled up to her hips. She reaches for my belt. “What has Santa brought me? I can’t wait to unwrap it.”

She effectively pushes Max out of my mind. I grip her hips, ready for her to ride me. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

“I can’t help it, Nic.” She sinks down on me, and it’s fucking bliss. I see now that she’s helping me balance my work and life. I need to remember what I have with her.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” I say, sucking on her nipple through her dress top. “Now make Santa come.”

“Mmm… I love your package, Santa.”

As she rides me, I take her face in my hands, wanting her to know that I see her and appreciate her. “I love you.”

Her smile is sweet. It tells me that while I might have challenging times ahead, I’ll always have her love. It’s the greatest gift of all.

EPILOGUE 2

Gia- Christmas Night

With the kids finally asleep in bed, the house is quiet. But with the quiet come all the thoughts about Max and our conversation in the kitchen. Or shall I say, lack of conversation?

For two months, he’s been back in New York protecting me and the kids, and all that time, I’d been trying to talk to him beyond the regular pleasantries. It’s clear he didn’t want that by how he’s gone out of his way to avoid it.

Max returned to New York two months ago after my father tried to kill my brother. His job was to protect me, as he promised my mother he’d do all those years ago when he became my godfather. Of course, I don’t remember that. I was young when he made his vow in front of God and my mother, only seventeen or eighteen, which when I ran the numbers, had seemed too young.

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