Page 58 of Mafia Heir's Broken Vows

I tighten my arm around her. "If you do, yes. But he's enough for me if you don't." She did it alone, and I'd understand if she didn't want to do it again. I know it was hard on her.

She turns slightly, her hand resting over my heart. "I'm glad you said that." She smiles, "Because I don't think they can be sent back." I blink, needing a moment to take it in.

I shift to face her fully, cupping her face in my hands. My thumbs trace the curve of her cheekbones. I can't wipe the smile off my face, "You're pregnant?" I double check I wasn't hearing things.

"Well, my boobs hurt, the smell of coffee makes me gag and I'm about three weeks late—the signs are all there." She laughs, and I kiss her—slow and lingering—this feels like the final seal on the life we've built. My family is complete.

Night drapesthe villa in quiet stillness. Leo is tucked safely in bed, and Serafina and I stand together on the terrace, the sea a distant whisper.

She turns to me, her expression soft, full of playful warmth. "So, what now, Mr. D'Angelo?"

I slide my arms around her waist, pulling her against me. "Now? We have to pick a name, decorate a nursery, tell him he's going to be brother?—."

Her hands glide up to my chest, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. "That is not what I meant." I lower my head, brushing my lips against hers, deepening the kiss until the world around us fades. I know what she meant, and I like what's next.

"I might have to marry you though, before this one arrives. Don't want the school moms to gossip and all—" she laughs and then looks at me. Not once have we said we'd get married. She never mentioned it, but I have thought about it. A whole lot. It's important to me—to do this right.

"You're serious?" She says as I get down on one knee. I pull out the ring that I have been hiding for a while now, waiting for the perfect moment. A few times I have just wanted to blurt it out and toss the ring out in the open. But I knew that the right time would come.

"Dead serious." I say, "Marry me, please." Serafina looks at me smiling so wide her face might crack.

"Can I think about it?" She jokes and then says. "Yes, I will marry you, Alessandro."

SERAFINA

Istand in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing my hands down the delicate lace of my dress. The soft ocean breeze drifts through the open windows, carrying the sound of waves breaking against the shore. My hair is pinned up loosely, with a few tendrils falling around my face—messy but soft, exactly how I wanted it. Simple. Natural. Perfect.

I take a shaky breath and stare at my reflection. For a moment, it feels surreal. After everything—the danger, the fear, the heartbreak—we made it here. To this moment. I never thought I'd get to have this, not with Alessandro. Not after all we'd been through. But here I am, wearing white, about to marry the man who both broke and rebuilt me.

Enzo's wife, Maria, steps into the room, her warm smile easing some of the tension in my shoulders. "You look beautiful, Serafina. Alessandro won't know what hit him." They're the only people who understand what it took us to get here—we've become close friends.

I laugh softly. "I hope that's a good thing." I don't have wedding jitters or fears that he won't be there. I'm a bit nervous that they'll notice I'm pregnant even though my bump isn't showing too much yet.

She grins. "Oh, it is. He's been pacing for the last twenty minutes. Enzo's trying to talk him down, but I think it's hopeless." He has no patience; the man is used to getting what he wants when he wants it. I'm sure the waiting is killing him.

I shake my head, smiling. The thought of Alessandro—the same man who once made entire rooms fall silent—nervous about today, makes my chest warm.

Maria walks over, adjusting the thin strap on my shoulder. "Ready?"

I nod, feeling my nerves dissolve just a little. "Yeah. I'm ready."

I pick up the small bouquet of white lilies and soft pink roses—simple, but elegant. Much like this entire day. No crowds, no grand ceremony. Just us, Leo, and Enzo's family. The people who matter.

As I step outside, the soft sand under my bare feet, grounding me. The sky stretches endlessly, painted in hues of gold and blush as the sun dips lower. The waves beat their steady rhythm, like a quiet promise that everything is as it should be.

Leo waitsfor me at the start of the aisle—if you can call the driftwood archway and scattered rose petals an aisle. His small hands clutch a pillow holding our rings, and he beams up at me, his toothy grin making my heart squeeze.

"You ready, Mommy?" he asks, his voice light and sweet. "I'm your best man too." He says and I laugh; he's taken his duties very seriously.

I lean down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Yes, you are. Come on, let's go."

Soft guitar music drifts through the air, played by one of Enzo's many cousins. The melody is tender and slow, fitting the easy calm of the ocean behind it.

Leo walks ahead of me, carefully holding the rings, glancing back every few steps to make sure I'm still there. My eyes lift to Alessandro waiting under the archway, and the rest of the world falls away.

He looks up, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Alessandro in a white button-down, sleeves rolled to his forearms, the top button undone—relaxed but devastatingly handsome. His eyes lock on mine, and I swear I see every unsaid word, every promise, every piece of our broken past stitched together into this moment.

His lips curve into that rare, soft smile—the one he saves just for me. And I know. This is it.

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