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“It should be. My mother is Greek, after all.” She stops with her fork halfway to her mouth.

“What’s wrong?” The good-natured mood in the room turns cold.

“I know nothing of your family, and they are becoming mine today.” Ah, I see.

“You’ll have plenty of time to learn Baby. Now eat up.” We sit together with the only sound in the room coming from our silverware and the occasional moan that does jack shit for my erection.

I’m just about to swipe the plates off the counter to eat her when a soft knock comes to the door.

“Who can that be?” I muse as I button the shirt I left hanging open while I cooked.

I hear a gun being cocked behind me and chuckle.

“Stand down, Baby. It’s just Mama.” I open the door, and there she is, smiling up at me.

“Lucas!” She hugs me tightly, but not before I see who is standing directly behind her.

Oh fuck.

“Romano,” Gianna hisses, and I stare at my mother.

“Were you supposed to get married without your Godfather?”

Fucking shit.

Maybe we should have gone over my family tree a little more closely. I chance a glance over my shoulder to find my pregnant fiancé with a very curious look on her face.

She’s got her Glock pointed at the doorway, and I’d swear she’s trying to decide who to shoot first. Me or the head of the Chicago mob.

Why are weddings and funerals always so fucking dramatic?

CHAPTER TEN

GIANNA

“Baby, I can explain.”

I’m really starting to hate the sound of his voice. It’s like every time he opens his mouth, my eye starts to twitch, and I want to stab him all over again.

“Oh, I’d very much like to hear how you are related to this figlio di puttana,” I slip into Italian since my brain is to busy deciding who to shoot first then translating my thouhghts to English right now.

“Motherfucker? Now that isn’t very nice. Nor becoming of a mother. A pleasure to finally met you Gianna.” Bruno fucking Romano extends a hand to me and I stand there flabbergasted.

“Don’t believe all the rumors you’ve heard of me. Most I fabricated myself. You know how important images are.” His smile widens and I wonder how many women has dropped there panties at just that one act by him.

I slowly lower my gun but glance at Lucas before removing my finger from the trigger.

“Maybe I should tell this story.” Violet’s soft voice makes me jump since I forgot she was even standing here.

“Why?” My curiosity gets the better of me.

“Well, it’s my story. A long time ago, Bruno helped Seb,” she pauses as if recalling the story of her late husband is painful.

Her hand rubs her chest before continuing.

“He helped Sebastian rescue me from my murdering Stepfather. I couldn’t thank him enough, so when I became pregnant, I knew only one other man that I would trust with our child.” She places her hand on Bruno’s arm.

“Gave me the fuckers name too,” Lucas chuckles, but this is news to me.

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