Page 156 of Crazed

"Thank you," I state. Massimo and I follow Daniel into a private room with a large table. Catalogs are spread all over it. He spends the next hour showing us different tombstones. By the time I decide on the oversized butterfly piece that's big enough for both my parents, my head is spinning.

Massimo and I get back in the SUV. Silence fills the vehicle. My thoughts are all over the place, but one thing is certain.

I hit the button for the divider window to go up then straddle Massimo. "Hi."

He tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. "Hi. You doing okay?"

I circle my arms around his shoulders. "I can't believe you did that for me."

He runs his thumb over my jaw, asserting, "You're my girl."

All the happiness in the world feels like it's inside me right now. Never in a million years could I ever imagine I'd not only be out of the Petrov and Abruzzo grasp but also married to a man like Massimo. I reiterate, "Thank you so much."

He smiles then kisses me like I'm everything to him. And I return every ounce of his affection tenfold, because that's what he is to me—my everything.

I retreat, asking, "What are you doing the rest of the day?"

He shakes his head. "No major plans."

The light inside me grows. I lean into his ear, murmuring, "I think we need to spend the day trying to start our Marino squad."

He beams. "That's the first time you initiated the conversation about kids."

The flutters in my stomach expand. I unzip his pants and free his cock then slide my panties to the side and slide over him.

He groans and fists my hair, tugging my head back. He positions his face over mine and asks, "Is that what you want, Katiya? A houseful of my babies?"

There's no longer any doubt. Whatever I need to do to be a good mom, I'll figure it out. It's impossible not to. I have Massimo at my side.

I circle my hips and admit, "Yeah. I want lots of your babies."

His grin explodes. He grabs my wrists and pins them to the ceiling. "Then let's get started."

Epilogue

Massimo

A Few Weeks Later

Katiya steps into the room,and my heart skips several beats. The blue silk dress hugs her curves perfectly, ending mid-calf.

My eyes dart between her popping cleavage to the curve of her waist. "Spin," I demand.

Her lips twitch, and she obeys.

God, her ass is perfection.

I step forward, circle my arm around her waist, and tug her into me. She's four inches taller in her new stilettos. The top of her head is eye level with me, and I stare at us in the full-length mirror. I murmur, "You're a goddess."

"You look as hot in a tux as you do naked," she claims.

Arrogance fills me. I assert, "I think you prefer me naked."

She laughs, her cheeks flushing pink. Her grin widens. She turns to me and holds my cheeks, stating, "Pinch me."

I chuckle then pinch her ass.

"Great! This is still my life!" she exclaims, which is something she says several times a week.

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