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Doing as he asked, I let my legs fall open, watching his face as he bit his lip in anticipation. There was never any doubt in my mind that I turned him on when we came together. Every glance, every line of his body consistently showed me that I did. He had helped me make significant progress in my confidence.

Crouching between my thighs he ran his fingers up against the silk gusset that covered my pussy. “Youarewet,” he groaned. “Dripping.” Even his words were coated with approval.

My corset pushed my breasts to new heights so they spilled over the top, but I made no move to stop him as he pushed the thong aside and shoved into me. It was exactly what I wanted—Angelo raw and unfiltered. Angelo had varied moods when it came to sex, but healways made sure I was ready first and always left me satisfied. I’d learned that I would take him anyway he wanted me. We were already starting to splinter on the second thrust, my head thrown back, my nails raking a path down his back as he pounded his release into me.

“I got you a wedding present,” I said as he cupped a hand over my pussy sliding his fingers into his come and pushing it back into me. The habit always made me hornier than ever, making me want to go another round even when I was tender and sore.

“This seems like a very satisfactory present. I’d give it five stars, “ he smiled at me.

“You’ll like this present too.” In fact, he’d love the present I got. “It’s in the bathroom. Go look.”

He gave me another lazy squeeze, those calloused fingertips swirling around my clit. “Okay. I’ll be right back, but I have plans for you.” He leaned in for a kiss.

Wiggling out of the corset and the soaking panties, I slipped beneath the sheet before he came back, standing stunned in the doorway holding the pregnancy test in one hand.

“Piccola?Does this mean what I think it means?”

“If you think it means we’re going to be parents, then you’re right.”

He threw the stick onto the bed and cradled my face, staring hard at me. “I’m going to make you happy. I swear it. I’ll be the best father I can be. One that our children deserve. The manyoudeserve.”

Finally, Angelo Santelli was mine.

CHAPTER 43

ANGELO

SIX MONTHS LATER

The humofFortunewas different after hours. No music pulsed through the walls, no bodies pressed against the bar. Just the low hum of electricity and the distant clang of a glass being shelved somewhere in the back. The bar was closed, but we’d taken over the lounge like old times.

The city outside pulsed with life, but in here, it was the five of us again.

“I miss when we had an enemy,” Conall said dryly. “At least you could put a bullet in that. All this hunting for someone who doesn’t want to be found, and doesn’t know who we are, is …” He threw up his hands.

I let out a humorless laugh. We were all grappling with intense emotions about Galena.Still, I couldn’t disagree with Conall. It was easier when there was an enemy to confront. That was more up our alley than searching for a girl who was hiding from the world.

Maxim didn’t speak. He stared at the table as if it might crack under the weight of his thoughts. “Galena is just afraid,” he muttered with irritation.

“She didn’t leave because of anything to do with our world,” Ilias said finally, as if that made anything better or told us anything we didn’t know.

“No,” Maxim agreed, voice tight. “I should have been there for her. She doesn’t even know she’s a Volkov.”

“You would have told her,” I said. Her not knowing she was a Volkov had ultimately become an issue. If she had known she had a brother, she could have come to Maxim for help.

“I would have,” Maxim admitted. “I should have.” Regret tinged his words. Maxim was having a hard time moving past the knowledge that he had missed the fact that his sister’s circumstances had changed. She had been injured, and he hadn’t even known.

Kostas had dug deep. Veronica had chasedsignals, burned through her usual arsenal of tracing tools and dark web tactics, but Galena had left nothing behind—no pings, no purchases, no footprints. It was like she had ghosted her way into another life.

“She knows how to vanish,” Ilias said. “Or she has just watched a lot of TV.”

“She’s scared,” Maxim said, his voice raw. “And she’s smart. She thought disappearing was the right thing to do.”

“Six months,” Conall said. “She hasn’t even sent a message to a friend?”

Maxim shook his head once. “Nothing we can find.”

“Dead?” Conall asked quietly.

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