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“One day you two will have to get married,” I said pointedly. “I’ll get my payback then.”
“But we’ll still be DiMauros,” Armani boasted at the same time Damiano said, “And if we never get married?”
“Hush, all of you.” Mama sighed and narrowed her eyes at my brothers. “And you twowillget married. How do you expect the DiMauro line to continue?”
Armani shrugged, taking a seat on the bed and positioning himself protectively next to Amara as he said, “Damiano can marry and have babies. I’m too young for that shit.”
Mama threw her hands in the air while Amara and I rolled our eyes. He was a year younger than Damiano.
Amara shoved her shoulder against Armani, although her frail frame could barely dent his bulky one. “If you don’t want kids, you should stop looking inside ladies’ panties.”
The shocked expression on my brothers’ and mama’s faces was comical.
I grinned. “Nice one, sis.”
“No, not a nice one.” Mama finally got herself together. “And where did you hear that phrase?”
She shrugged. “Armani.”
If glares could kill, my brothers would be dead right now. “You two are corrupting my baby.”
They instantly sobered, hanging their heads and muttering, “Sorry.”
Mama shuffled out of my bedroom and I turned to my siblings. “By the way, make sure any cats wandering the property are intact for the foreseeable future.”
Their eyes flashed with curiosity. “Why?”
“I might be looking to become a widow,” I said, half joking.
“Tell me more,” Damiano demanded, leaning forward. I should’ve known they’d be game—my brothers were always up for trouble and chaos.
Armani frowned. “Wait. Cats? You mean dogs, right? You’ve always been a dog person.”
“Nope, I meant cats,” I said with a wink. “But don’t worry about it. Just a joke.”
Damiano squinted at me. “I still don’t get it.”
I opened my mouth to explain but Amara’s voice stopped me. “Shh.”
We all froze, following her gaze. Enzo was standing in the hallway.
Damiano’s eyes hardened and he placed himself in front of me, blocking me from Enzo’s view. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here for my wife,” my husband answered calmly. “If my new sister-in-law doesn’t mind, of course.”
He flashed a warm smile at Amara and I could tell she was slowly but surely falling under his spell.Great.
Damiano, on the other hand, looked about ready to explode. He had a temper he still struggled to control.
“Brother,” I said quietly. “It’s okay.”
His eyes darted to me, scanning worriedly, and I nodded. Enzo made an impatient sound and stepped around him, then wrapped his arm around my hip. “Let’s go.”
“We should stay a bit longer,” I rasped desperately, looking at my sister. “I shouldn’t have to leave my family for my current husband. We don’t need a honeymoon. It’s not like it’s a real marriage.”
Without warning, Enzo grasped my chin and kissed me harshly. I stilled, unable to react before he released me abruptly.
“See, that’s where you’re wrong. It’s very real, Penelope.” His eyes lingered on my lips as he said, “Say goodbye to your family.”
