Page 125 of I Would Beg For You

I originally planned to take on this matter when I first laid my hands on it. Making it to Don changed this plan, as I’ve got my hands in more pies at the macro level of our organization now.

“I’m a numbers guy, Val,” he says as he places his cup carefully on the table. “You really want to move me from the loans business?”

“Franco’s taking over there.”

“Does he know this?”

“Not yet. I needed to speak with you first.”

He contemplates me with assessing eyes for a long moment, then nods. “Okay, hit me.”

He won’t like this, but I’m hoping there’s an ember of dark emotion in him that will throw off necessary sparks when he hears me.

“The Benedict Hospital,” I say quietly. “I need you to take over running it.”

His face blanches for a second or two. Then he turns red.

“After what those fuckers did to Eliza—”

“Exactlybecauseof what those cazzos did to your wife.”

His face is thunderous, though he isn’t sputtering in outrage anymore. I can see the gears turning in his head, see the levers of revenge throwing wrenches in the game, stirring him up, ramping up his simmering rage.

“Take some time to think about it,” I tell him.

To my relief, he nods.

I nod toward the stairs. “Want to see the girls?”

“Hell, yeah. I have nieces to spoil now.”

I chuckle softly. Franco says the same thing. Victor becomes human around them. Francesca, I’m pretty sure, is going to be sleeping over regularly now. More so than me making it to Don and making it safe for my siblings to all be together in the same town, these babies have brought my family close in ways we never dared dream of.

We take the stairs, and Luciano’s lucky to find two freshly cleaned and sweet-smelling little bundles he wastes no time falling over. I’m still smiling when I enter my bedroom, closing the door quickly behind me when I see Naomi is pumping milk into small bottles.

“Almost done,” she tells me.

“I wanted to let you sleep.”

“Believe me, my love, my breasts were so full and hurting so much, I had to get up.”

"Oh? Let me help you with that." I walk over and bending my head, I suckle on her nipple. getting a little taste of the sweet nectar she provides to our daughters.

"Val!" She half gasps and laugh, pushing my face away. "That's not for you. That's baby food!"

I grin at getting her flustered. My favorite sport. "I'm sure they won't mind sharing."

Shaking her head with a laughing snort, she stops the pump, closes the bottle, and goes to place it in the small fridge we’ve had installed here, too.

My gaze trails over her as she gets up, the satin of her nightgown hugging her lush curves. I won’t stop her if she wants to return to her pre-baby shape and weight, but Naomi with such a ripe, voluptuous body? I can’t say I mind. At all. My cock agrees, already growing hot and hard in my pants.

“Luciano’s with the girls,” I tell her, cupping a hand over my growing erection. “Can I tempt you?”

She nods as she licks her lips, holding my gaze with a needy look in her eyes.

Next, I’m pulling her in my arms, nuzzling her neck, pressing my front against her ass.

She makes a throaty sound and pushes her bottom into me. Naomi’s standing right in front of our bed. I waste no time bending her over, spreading her legs wide with my foot, liftingup her gown to her waist, tearing off her lace panties, then dropping my jeans and slamming my hungry cock into her already dripping wet pussy from behind.

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