Page 39 of Killian

I watch her smile out of the corner of my eye as she breaks away from us, Enzo falling into line behind her. Stopping in front of the car, I watch her walk away.

Greer is a spitfire. She will do nothing but cause trouble, but fuck if she isn’t the kind of trouble I crave. She surprises me each and every day, keeping me on my toes.

She’s perfect for me.

“We need to move, boss,” Conor says, making me move.

Clearing my throat, I turn back to Conor. “Yes, of course.”

Pressing the doorbell,I blow out a breath with the toy bag clutched in my hands. It’s been well over a year since I last saw my niece and nephew. Add in the fact I never know if Isabella will be hot or cold toward me.

You can marry into the mafia, but that doesn’t mean you have to like those associated with it.

I hold my breath as the door swings open.

“Hi, come on in,” Izzy greets with a smile on her face, instantly putting me at ease.

“Hey, I hope this is a good time,” I say as I step inside.

“All good. The kids are pretty calm right now. We just finished up nap time,” she says as she leads me toward the back of the house.

When we step into the living room, it’s clear that kids live here. Toys are scattered on the floor and there are bins along the wall for them to go into. I can’t help but smile at the scene.

“I know, it’s ridiculous.” Izzy rolls her eyes with a small smile, eyeing the overwhelming number of toys.

“It’s perfect.”

“I swear to god, it’s like Gio comes home every night with some new toy for them to play with.”

Marcello looks over and sees us, a smile overtaking his small face. “Zia!” he yells, running to me.

Setting the bag down, I grab him right before he collides with my legs, lifting him up, giving him a tight hug.

“Hey kiddo,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Looking down, I see Francesca hiding behind Izzy’s leg. Izzy is looking down at her with love as she smooths her hair back.

“Do you remember yourziaGreer? She came all the way from Italy for a visit,” Izzy tells the little girl.

Setting Marcello down, I grab the bag, looking up at Izzy to see if it’s okay. After her nod of approval, I look at both kids.

“Guess what?” I say excitedly.

“What?” Marcello claps.

“I brought you both presents!”

“Yay!” he cheers.

Francesca steps out from behind Izzy and softly asks, “Really?”

“Really.” I wink.

Opening the bag, I pull out a wrapped gift for each. “Here you go. Open.”

Izzy sits down between both kids as they tear into their presents. Francesca ooh’s and ah’s over her doll with brown hair just like hers while Marcello launches his car off the coffee table, making us laugh.

“They are so happy,” I say to Izzy as we watch them.

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