Page 114 of Mafia Darling

I looked down. The shock of seeing him covered in blood made me forget what I had on. Oh. It was my new “Baby Mama” t-shirt. It was a little big, but I would soon grow into it.

I very carefully wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “I am your baby mama, paparino.”

His good hand slid to my ass, which he squeezed. “Best decision of my life was knocking you up, dolcezza.”

I eased back to stare at him. Something about the way he said it . . . .

“Did you get me pregnant on purpose?”

The edge of his sexy mouth lifted. “I’ll never tell.”

“I swear to God, Fausto. If I find out you were using me to breed more Ravazzani babies—”

“You’ll what?” His brow arched. “Come right here on the spot? You know the idea of it gets you hot.”

Fuck, he was right. “You’re annoying.”

He just laughed. “Because I know you so well? You’d better get used to it. Now, help me upstairs. I want to wash the blood off and lie down with you.”

“Does this mean I get to help you in the shower again?” This was quickly becoming my new favorite pastime.

“Of course. This is a wife’s job, no?”

“I thought my job was to suck your dick?”

“Soon, baby. Very soon. Dai, andiamo. Help me get cleaned up.”

As we went up the stairs, I asked, “Are you going to tell me whose blood this is?”

“No.”

“Did you kill someone at your mafia conference?”

“Yes.”

I would like to say it didn’t turn me on . . . but that would’ve been a lie. “Was it Enzo?”

“No.” He was breathing hard by the time he took the last step. “Cazzo, I am exhausted.”

When we entered our bedroom, he pointed to the bed. “What’s this?”

Two t-shirts were waiting on the mattress. “A gift for you.”

“For me?”

“Yes, so close your eyes.”

He shook his head but humored me. I held up the first shirt. “Okay, you can look.” When his lids opened, I said, “This one is for you.”

It was a white t-shirt with black letters that said, I’M THE BOSS.

“Damn right I am,” Fausto said.

“But wait.” I lifted the tiny onesie. “This is for our son.”

The block letters read, LOL, OK.

His lips twitched like he wanted to laugh. “You think this is very clever, don’t you?”

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