Page 109 of Sweetest Sin
“Searching for new houses.”
There’s no way I’m moving my family back into that house. It has too much history, too much corruption hidden in the walls. My son witnessed a murder there, and I’ll be damned if I bring him back.
Besides, we need somewhere safer. The way Anthony and whoever he was working with was able to get in proved that it wasn’t as safe as I need it to be.
Peyton nods in understanding, and her lack of argument tells me that she agrees. I pull her into my side, and we scroll through listings. She comments on certain ones, and the ones she seems to like, I note to look into them further.
When she falls asleep, I put the laptop away and carry her into bed, holding her in my arms and praying that nothing ever touches her or our son. I finally got them back, and I’ll be damned if I lose them.
EPILOGUE
Dominick
Three Months Later
“Dominick, it’s enough!”
I glance up at my gorgeous fiancée in confusion, but I don’t have to wait long for her to elaborate.
“Damien and I are sick of being cooped up in this house. Don’t get me wrong. It’s beautiful and perfect. Damien loves his room and the fact that you managed to find a house with the perfectGiving Treeto replace the old one. But you need to let us out. It’s like we’re in jail!”
I take a deep breath, not wanting to upset her further, knowing we’re never going to see eye to eye on this. It’s been three months since we lost Ricky and came way too close to losing Martha.
Despite us having access to Anthony’s phone, he wasn’t as stupid as we thought because he left no trace of any evidence of him working with or for someone else, so we are no closer to knowing if we have a bigger threat looming over our heads or if Anthony said what he did to fuck with us.
Shortly after everything went down, we started searching for a new house. Since my mom was already pretty much living with her fiancée—who is now her husband—she moved in with him. Brielle chose to move in with us, unsure where she wants to live, and Matteo—despite me asking him to live with us—moved into a condo in one of the developments we own, saying it was time for him to have his own place.
At first, Peyton was busy setting up the new place, so she didn’t fight me on my refusing to let them go anywhere. We set a wedding date, and then she was busy with Thanksgiving. But then Damien began to complain that he wanted to invite his friends from school to his upcoming birthday party, and she started asking when he was going back.
“I’d hardly call a twenty-thousand-square-foot home jail, but to each their own,” I say dryly.
“Dominick,” she says, rounding the desk and climbing into my lap, “I understand you want to keep us safe”—she runs her fingers through my hair, and I lean back, gripping the curves of her luscious hips, wishing we could just stay in this bubble forever—“but Damien misses his friends, and I miss working, and … you’re going to have to let us out because I need to go to the doctor.”
“What?” I sit up and lift her onto my desk, and then I search her for what could possibly be wrong.
“Stop.” She laughs, swatting my hands away. “I’m fine, but my period is late, and I need to have my pregnancy confirmed.”
Her period is late.
Pregnancy confirmed.
“You’re pregnant?” I breathe out, my hands going to her soft belly.
“I think so.” She smiles. “But this time, I want to do it the right way. With you by my side.”
Fuck, she’s pregnant. If she thinks I’m going to let her out of the house now, she’s wrong. She just gave me even more reason to keep her safe in our house. With the brick wall—topped with electric fence and barbed wire—that runs around the perimeter of our property, the state-of-the-art guard gate and wrought iron gates, and the additional guards manning the area, this house is a fortress that will protect my family.
“Say something,” she says, her brows furrowed in concern.
“I love you.” I press a kiss to her supple lips. “I can’t wait to marry you and have this baby with you. I’ll take care of it.”
“Thank you,” she says with a soft smile.
I’m sure she thinks she’s being let out of the safety of our home, and she’ll be mad when she learns she’s not, but I will stop at nothing to ensure that my family is protected.
“What the hell is this?”
Peyton glares at me, but I ignore her as we walk over to meet the doctor.
