Page 117 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

She grins widely, tears streaming down her cheeks. I can’t resist— I lean in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. The sound of Harper’s celebratory whoop becomes a distant noise. Time seems to stop, and in that moment, all that matters is her: my Raven, my soon-to-be wife and the mother of my kids.

When we finally pull away, I can’t stop smiling. “Let’s have the wedding as soon as possible,” I say, my excitement spilling over. “I don’t want to wait.”

Raven laughs loud, wiping her eyes. “Ezra, there’s so much to do! It’ll take months to plan a wedding.”

I shake my head. “Assolutamente no(Absolutely not)! A month, tops. We’ll make it happen.”

Before she can respond, Harper jumps in, crossing her arms. “No one’s rushing any wedding! I’m organizing this, and two months is the minimum you’re getting.”

Harper was beginning to grow on me, especially with how supportive she was throughout the proposal planning stage, but now I can’t decide if I still feel the same.

I open my mouth to argue, but Raven steps between us, laughing. “We have forever together,” her lips curve up in a playful smile. “Two months is fine. It gives me time to prepare—and the baby bump will be showing more by then.”

I look down at her stomach, her hand resting on the small swell beneath her dress. “Fine,” I mutter, although I’m still not thrilled about waiting. But as I stare up at her glowing face, I know it’ll be worth it. She’s worth everything.

Suddenly, Harper’s phone rings. She glances at the screen and smirks. “Looks like my date’s calling. Gotta go!” She blows us a kiss and disappears, leaving us alone under the moonlight.

I turn to Raven, who’s shaking her head at her friend’s antics. “Come on,” I say, taking her hand.

“Where are we going?” she asks, a curious smile tugging at her lips as I lead her to the rooftop exit.

“Our home.” I flash her a boyish grin.

The ride home is quiet but comfortable. Raven sits beside me in the passenger seat, her hand resting on mine. I bring her hand to my lips, kissing it softly.

“You know,” I begin, “you can stay with me at our new place I mentioned and plan the wedding from there,” I offer. “Though it's much smaller than the mansion, it’s more... cozy and intimate.” I wiggle my brows suggestively at her.

She giggles while shaking her head. “I’ll move in after the wedding, Ezra. Besides, my place is closer to work.”

I pull into the driveway and help her out of the car. As we walk toward the house, Raven gazes around with a smile. “It’s really nice here. Feels like we’re in the countryside.”

We enter the two-story cabin, and she looks around in awe. Nestled at the edge of the city, the building is secluded, surrounded by lush greenery and breathtaking landscapes. I can already imagine our kids rolling in the grass.

‘Our kids rolling in the grass.’ Did I just think that?

Before this, all my thoughts were overshadowed by power, blood, and revenge. But now, this… this feels so natural and liberating…

As we pass through the living room, we head upstairs to what will soon be our shared bedroom. Her hand slips from mine as she explores the space, her eyes taking in the gray-and-white walls… the neatly made bed and the serene scenery of swaying grasses through the window.

“Okay, maybe I should reconsider not staying here.” She turns to me with a teasing look on her face as I shut the door. “I could help you redecorate.”

“Maybe you should consider that,” I chuckle.

I laugh, but her attention shifts to the door in the corner. She strides toward it, curiosity lighting up her face.

“What’s in here?” she asks, fingers curling around the handle.

I follow her, smirking. “You’re not quite ready for that room yet.”

Ignoring me, she swings the door open. The look on her face is priceless. Her eyes widen as she takes in the room’s dark walls, low red lighting, and the various items hanging on the walls— whips, ropes, cuffs. At the center is a large, inviting bed.

Raven gasps softly, biting her lip as she turns to face me. “You... made this?”

I lean against the doorframe as I nod. She takes a few more moments, studying the room before speaking again.

“You want us to… do all of this?” She steps further into the room, standing next to the bed.

I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. “Only if you do,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear. “But nothing too intense. You’re three months pregnant, and I’d rather save the real fun for after our babies are born.”

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