Page 51 of The Beast of London & His Pet

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“Twins?” my dad cried out and I heard my mother scream in the background.

When I glanced at Francesca she was waving her arms around as she spoke to her grandparents. The shock had worn off and her boundless excitable energy was back.

“Si, papà,” I confirmed with my chest held high before I looked at the pictures the technician gave us. “I will send you a picture.”

I laughed when my mother came on the phone. We chatted for a few minutes before I hung up.

“I know, Nonno, who knew he had it in him,” Francesca said, winking at me.

I narrowed my eyes on her and wondered how much of the Nardini genes would be in my children. I reached for my tie and tugged at it, the sudden thought of two daughters like their mother caused me to break out in a cold sweat.

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I was awake when Francesca began to kick me, after the news about the twins, I couldn't sleep. I swiftly moved my legs away from her sharp heels, I was sure she was trying to bruise me on purpose. She sighed when I rubbed her belly before she began moving around.

“My breasts ache,” she said moving onto her back and within seconds her hand wandered down to my dick.

“You are shameless,” I said with a grin before lifting up her T-shirt.

Well, it was my T-shirt but she said they were more comfortable for her at night. It didn't stop her from sniffing them from time to time.

“Take what you can now, they won't be yours once the babies are here,” she said with a snicker.

Damn, I hadn't thought that far ahead.

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“Father, are you still there?” I asked when it had been several minutes since I had confessed all my sins and the priest hadn’t said a word.

I heard him clear his throat before he answered.

“Yes,” he said but didn’t say anything else.

“My penance?” I asked, trying to prompt a response from him so I could leave.

I hadn’t realised how good confession would feel, it took a very long time to go through all my sins. There were probably a few I missed, but it didn't seem to matter in the grand scheme of things.

“I suggest daily prayers and ensure you do some good in the community, help the needy, the elderly and make a positive impact for your city. There is a prayer sheet by the door.”

“Thank you, Father. I’m glad I came,” I said before he continued instructing me on my prayers and absolving me of my sins.

I doubt it would work for my countless sins, but now that I was about to become a father, I needed to address my affinity for chopping people up.

Allegedly.

Epilogue

Francesca

Nine Months Later

We were like the dream team when we worked on the boys together, watching Alessio with Amedeo and Domenico always melted my heart. I decided it was my life’s calling to be surrounded by men. Alessio wobbled their chests with his hands, making faces and smiling at them as our boys giggled.

“Another two months and Mamma’s breasts are mine again,” he said with delight lighting up his voice.

I shook my head at him.

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