Page 96 of Dark Mafia Heir

“And Angelo?” I ask, refusing to let myself breathe until I hear that he’s fine, too.

“He died.”

I collapse against Antonio. “Oh God, this is all my fault. I should have listened to you. I shouldn’t have gone to see my papa.”

“Shh,” Antonio whispers. “You’re safe now, and that is all that matters.” He cups my face, and I tilt my head up to peer into his eyes. “I thought I would lose you. I was so afraid.”

“I thought I would never see you again.” I sniffle. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He brings his lips to mine and whispers. “I love you, Viv. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Antonio.”

He claims my lips, kissing me in the midst of the chaos like our lives depend on it. And maybe it does. Maybe our lives and happiness depend on how much we love each other.

And there is nowhere else I would rather be than with Antonio.

EPILOGUE

Antonio

It’s been three months since the war with Salvatore, and things have calmed down a bit. I’ve reclaimed what was left of our territory.

Peter somehow survived being shot twice. He’s paralyzed from his neck down to his legs. I wouldn’t call that living. I call it karma for what he did to his daughters and to my family.

The sound of Vivienne’s laughter catches my attention. She’s standing across the field with Harper, Agatha, Ginny, and Mariana, laughing at something Ginny said.

My wife looks breathtaking in her white dress, with the wind ruffling her hair. She looks even better with the bump.

No matter how much time passes, it still makes my heart flutter knowing she’s carrying my child, a symbol of our love for each other.

“I’ll bet all the money I have that it’ll be a boy,” Luca says beside me. “I can’t wait to teach him how to throw punches and shoot guns.”

“My money is on that it’s girl,” Lorenzo argues. “A little Mancini princess. I’ll protect her with my life.”

Dario huffs a laugh. “You two are something.” He looks at me. “What do you think?”

“I’m not thinking, man.” It’s impossible to think when my wife looks so goddamn beautiful in the white dress she’s wearing. The only thought on my mind is how to sneak her out of the gender reveal party, rip that dress off her, and make love to her like it’s the first time.

Dario follows my line of vision, and a mischievous smile takes up his entire face. “Of course, you’re not thinking.” He slaps my shoulder gently. “You two are gonna make great parents.”

I nod. “We will.” And even if I am not such a great father, Vivienne will make a great mom.

Vivienne’s gaze meets mine, and she waves at me to come over.

I don’t think twice as I abandon my friends and start towards her. She’s been bubbly a lot lately. All smiles and happiness. It’s contagious and I’ve found myself smiling a lot as well.

I snake my arms around her waist when I reach her and kiss her lips. “Hey, baby.”

She pouts playfully. “Which baby? You have two now?”

I smile at her. “How are my two babies doing?”

“Your babies are doing well.” She giggles. God, I fall in love with this woman every single day. “It’s time to pop the balloon.”

“Oh.” I’m anxious as fuck right now, but I don’t let it show. I don’t give a shit if our baby is a boy or a girl. All I care about is that they’re born safely. I hold Vivienne’s hand. “Let’s do this.”

We walk to the table where the oversized black balloon is tied down, floating gently in the breeze. The crowd gathers around us, buzzing with excitement. Vivienne’s hand is warm in mine, her grip firm yet comforting.

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