Page 83 of Seduced By the Mafia Don

The city is at peace. The Russians, under Anya's rule, maintain order. Should that change, I'll unleash my savage nature.

But not now. Not today.

I return home to discover Sienna standing in the hallway, clad in a white shirt adorned with graphite smudges... and nothing else. Her legs tantalize me, as do the unfastened top buttons, revealing a tempting glimpse of her cleavage. Yet her expression betrays something profound weighing on her mind.

"Evening, beautiful," I greet her, brushing my lips against her cheek.

"Will you come with me?"

"That sounds ominous."

"No, but – it is life-altering."

"Now you've truly piqued my curiosity."

She guides me into the living room, which frequently serves as her sanctuary. Though she has her own studio, she cherishes working from home, appreciating how light cascades through my towering windows.

She gestures toward the easel. "I want you to flip through these images. Everything will make sense then."

I approach the easel and turn the first blank page, revealing a sketch of the Cattle and Vine. Mother and I sit at the table. She's captured me in a somber mood, my eyes nearly obsidian.

The next sketch depicts us at putt-putt, with a nascent light in my eyes... and in hers. The graphite rendition of my woman gazes at me with unmistakable adoration.

The next portrays us in the car, my hand between her thighs.

She's sketched herself sketching me. She's sketched us intertwined in bed. She's sketched the restaurant confrontation where I gripped Adrian by the throat, emphasizing her terror that I might snap his neck and face imprisonment.

She's sketched us at Mother's exhibition, followed by our date the subsequent week, and our passionate encounter on the balcony several nights ago.

Finally, the last sketch shows her standing with a small object in her hands. I lean in closer to examine the cylindrical item. It looks like it has writing on it..

We're pregnant!

"I took some artistic liberties," she explains from behind me. "They don't actually say 'We're pregnant' but?—"

I turn, enveloping her in my arms, eliciting delighted giggles. "When did you find out?" I inquire.

"Earlier today. I've been sketching like a mad woman. I wanted this moment to be special."

"Mission accomplished."

"Now that we've got the cheesy part out of the way, I can jump your bones, right?"

I smirk. "I love you."

She launches herself at me, wrapping her legs around my waist. I carry her to the couch and gently lay her down. "A baby," I whisper.

"I know," she says. "A family, a future, a life together. Are you prepared, Don Moretti?"

"I've been ready for months," I confess, claiming her with a passionate kiss.

Epilogue

Sienna

Eight Years Later

"I love the way Angelo's forehead furrows when he concentrates," I murmur as we stand on the sidelines, watching Angelo align his putt-putt shot. I squeeze my husband's arm affectionately. “He reminds me of you."

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