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Now we're free to be together, and there's nothing standing in our way. We can finally start our lives together.

"I'll call the resort and have them send over something for breakfast," he says, sitting up to reach for the phone on the bedside table.

"Fancy," I say, teasing him.

He grins at me. "I want to spoil you."

"You already do," I say, watching as he makes the call.

A few minutes later, there's a knock on the door and a cart is wheeled in, loaded with food. There are eggs and bacon, toast and fruit, coffee and juice.

"Looks like we won't be needing lunch," I say, laughing as Lorenzo tips the resort employee.

He comes back to bed and sits down next to me, pulling me onto his lap. "Eat up, beautiful."

I do as he says, savoring every bite of food. It all tastes so good, and I'm famished from our long night.

"So," he says, looking at me mischievously as he feeds me a grape. "What should we do today?"

I grin at him. "I think you know what I want to do."

He does, but he likes to tease me. "Oh, yeah? What's that?"

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. "This."

"Sounds like a pretty good way to spend the day," he says, smiling against my lips. I'm lost in his embrace when there's another knock at the door and he looks up, glowering at it. "What now?"

He gets up to answer it, and I hear a man's voice. The same one who brought us breakfast. "There's a call for you at the front desk, Mr. Rossi. He says he works for you?"

Lorenzo frowns. "Have it sent to the room, then."

"We tried, but he refused," the young man says in an apologetic tone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Rossi."

"Fine," Lorenzo says, raking a hand through his hair in frustration as he looks back at me. "I'll be right back."

"It's fine," I assure him. I can't help but wonder who would be calling him on our honeymoon, though.

He gives me a kiss and then heads to the door.

I finish my breakfast and get up to explore the villa while he's gone. It's magnificent, with high ceilings and big windows that let in the natural light.

It's amazing, and there's part of me that wishes we could raise our baby someplace like this, where everything is beautiful and simple and safe. So far from the bustle of New York, and the chaos of our families.

I would miss my father, though, and the baby deserves the chance to have a close relationship with him. It's a complicated situation, but I'm sure we'll figure it out.

There's another knock at the door, so I walk over, assuming Lorenzo forgot his keys and locked himself out. When I open the door, though, it's not him on the other side. It's the last person in the entire world I ever wanted to see again.

"Hello, Amelia," Milo says, the right side of his lips curling up to match the left, pulled back by a new scar in a permanent sneer. There's a gun in his hand, and it's aimed straight at me. "I'm sorry to interrupt you on your honeymoon, but we have some unfinished business."

I open my mouth to scream, but he cocks the gun and I freeze.

"Don't," he says in a warning tone. "I don't want to shoot a pregnant woman, but I will."

My hands are trembling, but I manage to nod my understanding. I have no doubt at all that's a promise he's willing to make good on.

CHAPTER 36

LORENZO

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