Page 24 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

“Don’t think they’d suit you.”

My knees are weak, but he helps me to my feet and kisses me softly.

“You’ll enjoy being my wife.”

He puts my panties in his pocket and plucks the silk square from his vest pocket, using it to wipe his release off my face.

I scowl at his back as he heads for the door. I hate him, mostly because I think he might be right.

I might enjoy being his wife way too much.

9

Keira

Isit alone at the top table. Salvatore is with his brothers.

Antonio is holding court, a glass of whiskey in his hand, but I can’t hear him from here above the music.

I glance from one face to another. Antonio, the oldest of them all, is my best friend’s husband. Ex-boss of the Valentino famiglia, now retired.

His relationship with Zoey began with a kidnapping, and somehow, that worked out all right.

They seem perfectly happy together, and baby Phoebe is an absolute sweetheart.

Salvatore looks murderous. Whatever he’s hearing, he doesn’t like it, and he hasn’t given me so much as a glance.

I can’t stop looking at his face. So handsome. It does things to me that I don’t like.

I find myself remembering a few hours ago what took place the minute after we said our vows.

How does he know what my body wants? What it craves?

It’s as if he knows me better than I know myself.

That thought scares me. It’s like I can’t hide anything from him, even if I want to.

He says something in a low voice, and the others nod. It’s our wedding reception, and it looks like they’re talking business. Criminal business, no doubt.

Luca is silent, his brow furrowed. Dante, the youngest, is attempting to make a joke, but it goes down like a lead balloon.

My view is suddenly blocked by someone stepping in front of me.

“About to put this little munchkin to bed,” Zoey says, slipping into the seat next to mine. “Thought you might want to say goodnight.”

I look down at Phoebe. She’s on the verge of sleep, rubbing her eyes as she gazes adoringly up at her mother. “How is she a year old already?” I ask.

“I know,” Zoey replies. “It whizzes by so fast. You just wait.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Getting cold feet?”

I look at Salvatore again. “How did you make it work? They’re criminals, aren’t they? Have they all killed people?”

“I think of them like the police but without the paperwork. They only kill bad people, trust me. You never know. You might be glad Salvatore can be ruthless, I know I was with Antonio. Saved my life.”

“Salvatore’s different. He’s…”

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