Page 39 of The Mafia King's Stolen Fiancée

Domenico scowled and shook his head.

“Waste of their time,” he grunted. “Move on to Dario or Marcello.”

“Way to throw a guy under the bus,amico,” Dario groused.

Domenico shrugged.

“I’m just going to point out that you and Matteo haven’t fully fulfilled your duties,” my aunt Emillia said in a sly voice.

“What the fuck?” Matteo grumbled, earning himself a slap upside the head from Aunt Emillia. “Ouch,Mamma!”

“Don’t worry,Mamma,” Gabbi piped up. “Your girls will give you grandbabies. I’m working on it.”

I whipped around to stare at my sister, but before I could say anything, Domenico growled, “That better be a fucking joke.”

Gabbi’s face turned red when she realized how that had sounded, and I exhaled with relief. “I just meant, um, that I’m dating and will hopefully find the right man soon.”

“I want his name,” Domenico demanded, glaring at my sister.

“Perdono?” she snapped back at him.

“His name.” Domenico’s voice was threaded with steel. I wasn’t all that surprised that he was so fiercely protective of my sister. We’d been friends a long time, and he was family. He probably felt the same brotherly responsibility to keep my sisters as safe as I did.

“Absolutely not!” Gabbi retorted. “I’m not going to let you run a background check or terrorize my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” I inquired in a deathly calm tone.

Gabbi peeked up at me nervously. “I mean, we haven’t labeled it or anything.”

Vivienne tugged on my sleeve, and while Gabbi and Domenico went back to bickering, I leaned down to hear my angel. “I think you’ve jumped off the train track, babe.”

She was right. I’d deal with the Gabbi situation later.

“Anyway,” I said loudly, drawing everyone’s attention back to me. “Vivienne and I are incredibly happy to have so many of you home for the wedding. With such a crowd, we figured it was a good time to make an announcement.”

Mammaclasped her hands together and straightened in her seat, her face glowing with hope.

“You’re absolutely right, Aunt Emillia,” I told her with a smirk. “I haven’t been a good and dutiful son.”

Vivienne giggled, and I shot her a warm, loving smile and a wink.

I gave Gabbi a meaningful look. “And my sisters don’t have to think about babies for a very, very long time.”

“Good grief,” Gabbi muttered.

“Besides, Vivienne and I are ahead of the game.”

Mymammashot to her feet, beaming at me and my fiancée. “You’re giving me a grandbaby,mio figlio?”

I grinned. “Nope.”

Her face fell, and her eyes filled with confusion.

Vivienne stood and glared at me for teasingMamma. I grinned in response.

Then she exclaimed, “We’re giving you two!”

EPILOGUE

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