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“Oh no, how could I forget?” I reply sarcastically. “How do you expect me to furnish three more homes while also furnishing my own?”

“We don't know anything about decor,” Rafi chimes in. “Unless it's Versace, but I doubt that's what you're looking for.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head. It's amazing how these grown men have survived without a woman's touch all these years.

I turn to Lucky. “Don’t worry, I have a stylist working on your homes. They should be finished within the next few days.”

The boys relax, letting out a silent sigh of relief when they realize I won't be leaving them stranded. My husband can bepossessive, but these boys are just as clingy. Secretly, I enjoy it; I've grown so close to all of them and finally have the siblings I always wanted but never had.

I turn my head towards Brando, noticing his constant frown as he focuses on his phone instead of our family gathering. “What’s going on, Brando?” It's unlike him to be distracted during family time. He shakes his head and claims it's just work.

Scar joins us at the table and unbuttons his jacket before sitting down. “Who’s cooking tonight?” I ask him.

“Chef Mario,” Scar responds.

Just like he promised me. There are two chefs at this restaurant, and even though the food is consistently good, Chef Mario always adds the perfect amount of paprika to my dishes, which hits the spot every time. I can distinguish between each chef's cooking style, something that surprises Scar because he's never noticed the difference. He admits that he always thought it was just one chef.

“I think Brando has a secret,” I say teasingly to my husband.

Brando looks up guiltily, confirming my suspicion. Scar raises an eyebrow at his brother, silently questioning him.

“It's nothing,” Brando quickly replies, grabbing his phone and putting it in his pocket before standing up from the table.

Sometimes it's hard for me to keep up with their antics, but I know they mean well. “Where are you going?” I ask, realizing too late that I sound like a scolding mother.

“I just have some business to take care of,” Brando mumbles.

“Brando?” Scar calls after him.

“It's okay, brother,” he assures Scar before turning to face him. “Just work stuff. I'll let you know if I need anything.”

“What was that about?” I ask, watching Brando make his way through the restaurant. I've never seen him act so secretive.

Scar shrugs as he watches his brother leave, then turns back to me. “Don't worry, baby. He'll call if he needs anything.”

He repeats the same words Brando said, but it does little to ease my racing heart. I can sense something serious is going on with Brando. It's not like him to be so secretive and leave without telling us where he's going.

“It could be a girl,” Lucky smirks, noticing my concern. I'm angry when I look at him; why does everything have to be a joke to him? Can't he see that something is going on with Brando?

CHAPTER 60 – SCAR

“I’m packing last minute things for the hospital.”

I think my wife has lost her mind as I watch her move around the room and throw things in a makeup case. She tossed and turned all night, and now it’s barely daybreak and she’s up and about like her day has already started.

“Baby, it’s five am. Come back to bed.”

Allegra shakes her head at me, then winces as she bends over the side of the bed and clenches her teeth.

“I’m…having the baby,” she whispers.

“Now?” I feel the color drain from my face.

“Now,” she breathes through what is obviously pain.

“Ok. Ok. What do I do?”

“Scar. We spoke about this,” she mutters, and I can feel the agitation flowing off her in waves.

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