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“Well, what do you want then?” Sasha asked him, his eyes full of that mischief that was bound to rub off on the next generation.
“I just want a pet, not a girl,” Matteo answered seriously and the air filled with laughter.
Spotting Hannah coming his way, Matteo sighed, then bolted outta here.
“You know that will change soon,” I warned Luciano. “Another few years, and he’ll be demanding girls instead of pets.”
“God help me,” he muttered. “Karma won’t be nice to me.”
We watched our women and children chatter, their smiling faces a pleasant change of scenery when Sasha broke the silence.
“So when did you knock up your wife?” he asked. “Before, after, or during her short arranged engagement to Cassio?”
Several groans traveled around. They mainly belonged to his brothers. “Sasha, do you have a goddamn notebook on shit not to ask?”
Sasha just grinned. “Yep, want to buy it?”
“Did you know?” Luciano asked Cassio curiously.
My brother shrugged. “No, but I should have. He was too zeroed in on her, but I thought it was because she shot him and he wanted revenge.”
My head whirled to him. “How in the fuck do you know she shot me?”
“I pulled the surveillances around the club from that night,” Nico chimed in casually. “It was rather fun to watch.”
I flipped him the bird. “You fucker should have given me a heads up.”
My brother-in-law just shrugged. “Consider it your payment for that bet you lost all those years ago. You know, when you didn’t believe I could expand and build a building within a week.”
“Whatever,” I muttered. “If you want to waste your favor on that, go right ahead.”
“So is it then that you decided she was for you?” Sasha questioned. “The day she shot you.”
God, that man and all his questions. “It is none of your business, Sasha. Don’t you have a woman of your own to torment.”
He just grinned, choosing not to answer.
Family and friends. They were a major pain in my ass.
But we couldn’t live without them.
ChapterThirty-Eight
MARGARET
Day after day, week after week, I breathed and consumed everything Luca DiMauro.
My husband. My partner. My confidante.
Life was good. Great in fact.
It had been four weeks since the baby was born. I was so deliriously happy that it terrified me. At this moment, it felt like I had it all. A great husband. A healthy, beautiful baby. My brothers. Nonno. I had a perfect family.
Although there were three little words that made this world turn, they remained unsaid.
I felt loved and protected. Cherished. Yet, just like the heroines in those old movies, I wanted those words. My heart waited and waited, knowing full well I could utter them first.
“I thought the twins were coming tonight,” Cassio questioned.
