Page 179 of His Cursed Heart

Althea raises Vincent in her arms, the boy hiding in her neck. She looks up at me and I slide my arm around her middle.

"We are here for our Donna." Michael Rossi, Vincent's grandfather, declares.

I look at them, showing that I don't give a fuck why they are here.

They are on my territory. They bow to me.

"Who are they?" Vincent's little voice makes us focus on him.

"That," Althea accentuates, "Is your kingdom."

I smirk when I hear her words. The world isn't ready for the power they will bring.

Althea looks at me again, a smile on her face. She reaches for my lips, and I bow immediately.

I capture her mouth in a hard kiss, feeling the world at our feet. I'm the Beast of Outfit and I showed that anyone who messes with my family will deal with my wrath. My wife is the future Empress and the next Donna of Famiglia, making her the most powerful woman on earth. And Vincent is the heir that will make people bow at his feet.

"I love you, Little Fox." I murmur and her lips are showing me that she loves me too, but not as much.

Because the love I have for her consumes us both.

I look in her eyes and see our happy ending that just began. There's no one better for me than Althea Seraphina Moretti.

My savior.

My little fox.

My wife.

The love of my goddamn life.

The end

Two years later

I let the little vibration relax my body as the needle starts to ink my husband's back for the second time in our life.

My body is focused on tracing the fine line of the tattoo while my heart beats like the it's the first time I'm touching Everette. Sometimes, I lay in bed staring at his beautiful, relaxed face, still in awe that my life is now peaceful. All because of the man who didn't give up on me when he had all the reasons to.

After Ivan's death, our life became what I have never thought it would.

Normal.

With Everette being Boss, and me Donna, it's hard for us to find time to just enjoy each other. We are still fucking like damn rabbits, probably that's why I fell pregnant in the same month we talked about having another child.

My heart is full every time Vince calls Everette dad and once in a while, my little boy calls me mom. First time he called me that was when we celebrated our first

Christmas together as a family of three, and I am brave enough to admit that I cried the whole night.

I never had the expectation of being Vince's mom, even though he claimed Everette as his parent. I was happy being his big sister. Blood never mattered to me, and when he'll be older, I might tell him that we are not related, but for now we are happy this way.

Having another baby that will be the half Everette was the reason I agreed to the idea. I always wanted to be a Mamma, but my fucked-up brain made me believe that the curse I believed I had will pass to my baby, enrolling pure fear in my body. But the moment Everette looked at me with fucking stars in his eyes, describing our future child, well... my ovaries exploded.

And here I am, thirty weeks pregnant with the future Boss of Outfit.

"Did you fall asleep?" I hear Everette's laugh through my daydream. I shake my head and come back to the present, with my tattoo gun in the air while still buzzing.

"If you want this tattoo done quickly, talk to your son to stop mutilating my organs." I snap and returned at drawing the animal on the left side of the blade.

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