Page 120 of Vicious Heir

“I know.” But I don’t do anything. I’m too busy staring down at the crying baby.

“Seriously, do you need help?”

“Not at all.”

Bianca frowns and squints at my face. “You okay in there?”

“Never better.” Finally, I cradle my daughter and begin to bounce her up and down.

“You need some sleep,” my sister mumbles as she heads back to the chair beside Lucy’s bed.

The room is filled with family and friends. Kennedy, Luca, Vittorio, even Donatella is here. My daughter is six hours old, and already I’m broken into a thousand little pieces, and she’s the only map that could put me back together again.

Lucy’s smiling and laughing at something, my beautiful wife. I didn’t think it was possible, but she’s somehow even more perfect now for giving me such a present.

A really loud present.

But a gift that expands my life bigger than I ever dreamed possible.

Look at me, a mobster gushing over an infant.

Never in a million years would I have expected it.

“Come here, Daddy,” Lucy says, wiggling her hands at me. “I want my baby.”

“Yes,amore mio,” I say, but don’t move right away. I stare at my lovely girl.

At my perfect Alessia.

“Bro?” Luca asks. “You’re just standing there.”

“I am?” I frown around me. “What?”

“Oh, let him hold the baby,” Kennedy says, laughing. “Look at the guy. He’s enamored.”

“And sleep deprived.” Bianca gives me a look as she extracts Alessia from my arms. She carries the baby over to Lucy and gently hands her over. “Here you go. I think she’s hungry.”

“Everyone out,” I snap as Lucy moves to start breastfeeding. Bianca punches me in the arm, but I’ll be damned if Luca or fucking Vittorio catch a glimpse of my wife’s perfect goddamn nipple. “Get out,now.”

My Capos hug my wife goodbye, both of them extremely amused by my reaction. When it’s only me and the women left, I finally relax.

“You’re going to have to chill with that,” Lucy says as Alessia latches and does her thing.

“Yes, she’s right.” Donatella pats my arm on the way out. “You love the girl. We all know that. But a boob is just a boob.”

“My wife’s boob is much more than that,” I growl, glaring at her.

Donatella laughs and follows after the boys.

Kennedy and Bianca are next. I hug them both and promise to behave. “We’ll visit later,” Bianca promises. “Go easy on her.”

“I’m always easy.”

“Yep, sleep-deprived,” Kennedy comments.

The pair of them leave. I scowl, not sure how to feel about them becoming friends. That could be very bad.

I finally sit down beside Lucy. I hold her hand and watch as my daughter nurses. It’s the most magical thing in the whole world.I honestly marvel at how close they are, and a part of me is jealous. I know I’ll never experience that level of trust, but I’ll strive for it every single day of my life.

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