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“I’d be shocked if he hasn’t already. Vitali men know when they’ve met their match. I knew when I met you, but I was too damn young to claim you.”

“I should have waited for you to find me.” She presses a kiss to my lips. It’s over too quickly, and I want more from her.

“Then you wouldn’t have the boys or Autumn. Without Autumn, Al would never be complete. Things happen for a reason; I’m just sorry you were hurt in the process, but never again. I will worship the ground you walk on. Everything I have is yours. You’ll never work another job a day in your life if you don’t want to. You’ll be my wife. Revered among the mafia wives. You will own me, body and soul. I have never and will never want another woman. I’ll never stray.”

“You never married?” she asks, and I know I have to tell her.

“I was, but she was the current mayor’s daughter. It was a political thing. I never touched her. I think I may have kissed her on the cheek on our wedding day. She spent our entire marriage fucking the previous mayor. I killed him for unrelated reasons.”

“Oh, so that’s where he is. That special election was something else,” she says, laughing.

“So, is that a yes?”

“Yes. I’ll marry you.”

“Thank fuck,” I say, kissing her again.

She pulls me toward her as she lies down on my childhood bed. I lie on top of her as I kiss her. Then I move my lips and tongue down her body until I reach her tits. I pull them out of her dress. She’s not wearing a bra. Her perfect bouncing tits are begging to be kissed, so I do so before sucking on her nipples. She writhes underneath me.

“Lorenzo, please. Don’t tease me. I haven’t been with anyone since I conceived Gio. I’m clean, I swear.”

“Oh fuck, baby. You want me to make love to you now?” Dreams can come true, I guess.

“Yes,” she moans as my hand skims down her rounded belly to the end of her dress. I pull that up and find her not wearing any panties. Fuck… I groan as my fingers skim her pussy. She moans and moves her hips. She’s already wet, but I lean down and taste her by running my tongue up and down her slit. “Inside me, please,” she says, clawing at my hair.

Rising up on the bed, I pull my shirt off and toss it. She sits up and pulls her dress over her head. Her keys ping off my dresser as her dress hit it. I shove my jeans down and kick them off. I stroke my cock while staring down at her cunt. She spreads her legs for me. She uses her fingers to spread her pussy lips, and a string of her desire forms between her spread lips.

“Fuck. I don’t think I can last this first time,” I groan as I move over her and guide myself into her.

“That’s okay,” she moans. “We have the rest of our lives to last. I’m already close; please move,” she demands, her voice hoarse and full of desire. I slide in and out of her, falling more and more for her as I do. Insane, but I’m a Vitali. Fuck a slow burn.

I don’t know how long we stay in my bedroom, but I worship her body in the best ways. From the way everyone stares at us, they know what we were up to, but it doesn’t matter.

Elizabeth Deluca is finally mine. My Berry Betty is mine.

TWO

BETTY VITALI

PRESENT DAY

So much has changedin the last five years. I’ve been Lorenzo’s wife for almost five years. Our anniversary is on Christmas Day. We waited until after Tony, Angie, Al, and Autumn got married, but I would have married him on Thanksgiving Day. My baby boys are growing, and the two little girls we’ve added to our family are thriving.

Autumn is twenty-three. She’s a mother herself now. She has three little ones and is pregnant again.

Santino is eight and in third grade. He’s officially Santino Lorenzo Vitali now. We still call him Santy. He’s starting to hate it, but I’m going to call him that until he asks me to stop.

Tore is seven and in second grade. He changed his name fully when Lorenzo adopted them. Instead of being named Salvatore, after his piece-of-shit father, he chose Tore Alberto Vitali.

Gio is four, almost five. He’s in pre-k and learning so much.

Eliza is three, almost four. I got pregnant right away, probably because I was still super fertile from Gio. She’s precocious and gets into a lot of trouble taking her baby sister along for the ride.

Delia is two and into everything. She loves her siblings and follows Eliza around like a puppy dog. She even refuses to sleep in her own bed the whole night. She curls up next to Eliza. The first time she did that, she scared the shit out of us. I went to check on her, and her bed was empty. I freaked out, woke everyone up, and we searched inside and out. My bodyguard’s five-year-old son, Romeo, found her in Eliza’s bed and brought her to me. The Vitali magic must extend to the Vitali girls, too, because Romeo clung to her after that. Anytime you see Delia, you see Romeo. It’s adorable but makes Lorenzo all growly. He’s taken Santy under his wing and is teaching him the Vitali way. At first, I wasn’t sure about my baby boy being a future hitman, but Mama Maria talked me through it.

I’ve been working again lately. Al asked me to be the club manager/mom at Club Curve, the latest Vitali acquisition. As a curvy girl myself, I can appreciate the vibe of this club. It’s a strip club that caters to those who love to see a big girl in action.

It’s the least I can do for the man who loves my daughter so fiercely he saved our entire family.

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