Page 108 of Pregnant Bratva Wife
Dante downed a shot and bowed. “You’re welcome.”
Megan snorted beside me on the couch, nursing a lemonade. “You know what’s wild?” she said, raising her voice just enough for the room to hear. “That my creepy brother-in-law stole five grand from under my mattress just so my sister would call him.”
Federico just lifted his glass and took a slow sip, smirking over the rim. “You’re welcome too,” he said dryly, winking at Megan.
“Oh, don’t start,” Megan groaned. “You faked a mugging. That’s next-level stalker energy.”
Since learning the truth, she had taken everything in stride—including my marriage to a mob boss who had orchestrated our financial ruin as a twisted courtship ritual.
“To be fair,” Dante chimed in, “Federico’s the only one of us who could pull off that level of creepy and still get the girl.”
“Because I have terrible taste,” I deadpanned.
“Hey!” Federico pouted like a little man-child. “I thought you loved me.”
“Alright, alright.” I rolled my eyes, fighting a grin. “He’s my stalker, okay? Leave him alone.”
Federico growled and leaned forward. “Damn right.”
He landed a peck on my way from across the coffee table.
Three months into my pregnancy, and I still couldn’t keep my hands off my husband. Even tonight, in the middle of a family dinner at our place, my body hummed with want. Federico pulled back and winked, like he knew just what I was thinking.
My cheeks flushed like I was still that girl who banged up his car.
Our living room was filled with family—both those by blood and those chosen. Dante and Beatrice were arguing over who happened to have the most embarrassing drunken stories. Gastone was in the corner with Larissa and Giovanni, but only to play with his niece. I noticed Gio literally glowering when Gastone refused to return his daughter to him.
Adorable.
Carlo and Dino were arguing with Achille and Luca over sports.
Elena and Kate were already eating dessert, and dinner hadn’t even been served.
Federico moved over to my side of the coffee table. When I looked up, his smile crinkled up his cheeks into such perfection, I near melted.
“I wasn’t done kissing you,” he whispered as he leaned down, and what started as innocent quickly bordered on indecent. His tongue traced the seam of my mouth, and I melted against him, forgetting for a moment that we weren’t alone.
“Get a room!” Caspian called out, tossing a cocktail napkin our way.
Federico broke the kiss but kept his lips close to my ear. “Speaking of rooms,” he murmured, voice low and just for me, “I need to show you something.”
My pulse quickened. “Right now?”
“Right now.” His eyes held that intensity that still made my knees weak. “Upstairs.”
I glanced at our guests, but no one seemed to notice as Federico took my hand and led me toward the hallway.
Megan caught my eye and gave me a knowing smirk. I mouthed “five minutes” at her, which earned me an eye roll and a thumbs up.
“Where are we going?” I asked as Federico guided me up the stairs, his hand warm against the small of my back.
“You’ll see.” There was such excitement in his voice, it had me trembling with the same.
We turned down the hall, past our bedroom, toward what had been an empty guest room. Federico paused at the door, suddenly looking almost...nervous? It was so unlike him that I felt my own heart flutter in response.
“Close your eyes,” he said.
“Federico—”
