Page 50 of Tesoro: Mayhem Makers

Placing a gentle kiss to my lips, and then another. “Father Michael told me we forget the sins of the dead because they aren’t here to defend themselves. I kept her on a pedestal all this time, not because I loved her, but because I couldn’t forgive myself.”

Kissing me with purpose, “You bring me so much, Tesoro. Salvation, peace, and most of all.” Laying his open hand on my stomach, “A piece of immortality as a testament of how much we love each other.”

My stomach chose that moment to growl, bringing an end to the heaviness in the room. “Come on, let's get my babies something to eat before I load you up and take you home.”

Chapter

Thirty-Two

DANTE

Fire crackles in the fireplace as I hold Kate in my arms. Burying my nose in her hair, I take in the unique scent that is exclusively hers. It had been three weeks since I brought her here, twenty-one days of telling and showing her how much I love her.

She’d taken the time to meet with Angelo’s doctor and collaborated with Andi on his course of treatment. Angelo was being, well...Angelo, until he got a taste of angry, pregnant Kate. He was nearly two feet taller than her, and outweighed her by double, yet she had him doing the exercises Andi ordered, calling her ma’am as he did them.

Taking the position as Don hadn’t been as awful as I anticipated. While it did have its downfalls, it had its perks too. One of those perks I exercised not long after returning to Boston. Chuy was making threats from federal prison, bragging he was going to rain down hell on my Family when he got out. There was an unfortunate accident a few days later, leaving Chuy on a vent for two days before his heart suddenly stopped.

Tonight was the celebration I promised the men in the Family. Angelo started to fuss about going, but one look from Kate and he was planning what he was wearing.

Kate has been instrumental in planning the party, taking the time to ask what we want, not what she chose to give us. We opted for a sit down dinner with cards and cigars following dessert. I’d be excusing myself once Kate had her fill, as my idea of dessert was feasting on her.

“Dante, you have to let me up if I’m going to be ready to leave in an hour.”

Groaning, I bury my face deeper in her hair, squeezing her tight as I refuse to let her go.

“They can’t start without us,” I remind her, grinding my stiffening cock into her backside. “How about we go upstairs and work on baby number two?” When Kate told me she was pregnant, I went through a dozen emotions in a split second, none of them negative. I wanted a family, had ever since I was a teen. Bellamia wanted to put it off, or forget having a baby all together.

“That's not how it works,” she laughs as she turns around to face me. Her cheeks pink from the heat of the flame, eyes full of the same desire I have for her.

“What, you're a doctor now so you know about these things?” I tease, placing a kiss to each red cheek.

“I did take a class or two and have delivered four, no, five babies.”

I can’t wait to see her swollen with our child. Hold her hand as she pushes him or her into the world.

“Come on, handsome. Let me up.”

“I’ll alertthe others not to look at Kate.” Frankie whispers as she glides down the staircase. She wore a deep red, almost black dress which clung to every curve. Her hair was down, curlingsoftly around her shoulder, with lips painted red to match the dress.

“Why?” I question absently, my focus trained on her perfect smile as she steps closer to me.

“Because that dress is going to land your ass in jail.”

“Do I look okay?” Kate spins around as she steps off the stairs. The innocence in her voice is so refreshing.

Reaching for her hand, “You’re perfect.” I meant it, she was everything I always wanted and all the things I never knew I needed. She was down to earth, caring, making those around her feel special. Most of all, she was mine.

As we pull into the banquet hall Kate chose because of the size, I nearly laugh as she tries to open the door herself.

“Kate,” I reprimand, softly. “What are my rules?”

Rolling her eyes, she holds her hands up. “Untouchables don’t open their own doors,” she mocks in a deep voice, earning a kiss from me.

While Kate packed her clothing, I made a call to Frankie, elevating her to untouchable. When her bag spilled on the floor, the watch I’d gifted her peaked out. I stole it, temporarily, planting a tracker in it before asking her to wear it.

Entering the hall, I’m floored when I see what she’s been able to do. Two long tables are pushed together, making one large rectangle. The linen is white with black napkins. No flowers, as she is still struggling with the smell. It was masculine and simple.

“Do you like it?” Kate has her hands clasped, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. “Be truthful, I won’t be mad. I just wanted you to be comfortable.”

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